What lies beyond the arcane dark?
What is hidden within the winds?
It's creeping up, hunting you down, from the depths of your consciousness.
Reaching beyond the great unknown.
Devoid of reality.
Thunder echoes underneath the burning eye.
Divine powers of perilous mystery.
Fade into the mist of Vitrallion.
Tormented abyss of apprehension.
It's creeping up, hunting you down, from the depths of your consciousness.
Reaching beyond the great unknown.
Devoid of reality.
As lightning strikes illuminate the demise of all.
Purveyor of doom.
Succumb to the master's call.
Frozen in fear like the ice upon the moon.
True chaos looms within the balance of the blade.
"The age of ruin.
Before the dawn of Secartha's rule.
When valor flowed with the waters and fires burned with sorcery.
The cryptic lords forged a dagger deep within the mountains of molten glass.
A sacred weapon to protect all four realms.
The seer knows all yet he trusts this quest in you.
The dagger waits enshrined in stone beyond the wall.
Retrieve the blade and spill the blood of the serpent god.
The moon will bleed when the time has come.
Beyond the wall of desolation."
