Envy... You have begun to put together the theme of these riddles... they speak to the sins of man. Upon the review of your information, you realize that there are only two wraiths left... and the only Wraith that could be truly envious would be Eddison. He stole his ideas from apprentices, he tried to ruin Tesla..
He haunts the Octotron.
He doesn't just haunt it. He sets it to running and he rides it. He rides it, and lets his scythe sling out to take the heads from the various zombies that shuffle through. And as he rides, their anima is sucked into the octotron, gathered for some unknowable purpose.
It becomes clear that you will not be able to get too close... not if you like having your head on your shoulders.
Eddison did not go easily either. He fought his exorcism with slashes of his scythe and a machine that spins faster, faster, faster! Ever faster and harder until you almost feared that one of the cars would fly off and crush you beneath its momentum-fueled flight. That wasn't hte worst of it. The worst was actually when the exorcism succeeded. He laughed. He laughed as if it were the grandest joke to have ever graced the air.
That laugh slid down your spine and curled in your gut. The sensation of being watched has increased, and it is actually making your palms sweat. Nausea roils through you as the expected wisp rises and speaks its riddle in tremulous whispers..
Though some would gladly show this to their very worst foe,
most would sooner lose their sons than ever let it go.
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