Ours anger, ours see the plaque in ours void, plaque has grown. Greater-Light shall cleanse ours void.
Advisors seen dark-husk born. Husk grown with metall-spitfires and harvest ours seas. Dark-Husk shall embrace the light. Ours seek the eternal light in darkness purification.
Here lies a husk, adrift on the solar tide.
Six minds unshared, in darkness they hide.
'Lost', they tell us. Yet this we know.
We could sense their fear as our fury did grow.
Once there were six. Now there are five.
Another mind, to add to the hive.
Soon to return, with a prize we've sought.
To make a bargain that they regret they bought.
'As but a droplet into the sea, this is how we came to be.
Now the ripples spread forth and so shall we.'
The Enlightened forces bring Us songs of cleansing the Lightless husks. They have begun this with the one known as "The Grotto". Our intent aligns with these goals and are close to Our Guarded Trinity seas. We sing to request aid in the Purge; an intent to push back the Darklings who bring darkness to Our light. Let the light surge to bring the shadows under our scrutiny; to bring forth Lightstorm that will restore Our seas closer to as they were before...