Tell me of the vast seas that you have desperately fled from. Only the filth in dark soils from such lands can remind me of the times of victory and the times of tragedy. Take what needs to be taken from winged creatures as they are near death and it is during this time and this time alone-when the pursuit of vengeance is sabotaged-that the skies will bleed drowning the masses.
As darkness expands across the horizons, we prophesize our demise. Those scavenging clouds will soon approach our kind as they prey on weak spirits. Distant skies! How deceitful you are! You shower us with peace...but mock our frailness with disaster. An eternal tool of the gods in order to fracture our existence.
-Goncalves and Salazar
