"You are, all of you, vermin. Cowering in the dirt thinking, what I wonder? That you might esacape the coming fire? No. Your world will be burnt until it's surface is but glass. And not even your demon will live to creep, blackened from it's hole to mar the culmination of our journey. Your destruction is the will of the gods. And I? I am their instrument!"
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