MQ: “And now, the Age of Compassion approacheth with celerity. With the Red Lion as mine own Consort, I- MS: I am afraid, pale-gilded Curseborn, that this land is not for thee or thine. MQ: …Messmer. I giveth unto thee my undying word, that this is in thy best interests. As it is in the best interests- MS: No. I have dreamt, of late; of my dear, deluded mother, seeking to bestow crown and Grace upon those utterly devoid of light. As dangerous as is the nest of vipers that festers deep within me, *Immortal* Marika has created of the Tarnished one far deadlier than that of mine own deepest night-terrors. The schemes of Gods breed only death… and all species of death wash against these tenebrous shores, only to be suppressed. No more. No more Gods, no more Orders, no more new ages. No… more. It ends… with thy corpse, and the corpses of thy thralls. By the foul Fire within me, I swear it. MQ: …Thou art the last creature to whom I shalt deal great agony. MS: Yes. The very last.
