I shut my eyes, praying. The battle was lost...
My brothers blood stains my boot.
Brein,
'End them all brother, end...the evil.'
The monsters, these putrid and treatourus things, retreat into the Rinthtúm.
It is there, that darkness brews. And doom awaits all men. It's a truly sad place. They say, that no man has ever returned from these shadows alive.
I, Thorne Brezerik, am ending the madness tonight.

