Asterion - Towards the Monarch

Marching through the desolate lands, we must find the ancient burial grounds. Pay homage to our ancient ones, the lifeblood of our power.

We chant in unison around the precious pillars. Infector and Grand Vizier both step forward. With open arms, they are both freely taken. Surely we will embrace this decision.

"Fear not brethren, we must satisfy our ancient ones. Move forward to them, erase their existence. Vicar, we patiently wait for your summoning, so we can haunt this world once again."

We continued to chant in unison, screeches came howling like violent winds. With open arms, we took their offerings. Towards the monarch we marched, with the abyss on our side.

"Their watch towers have finally been spotted. They lie beyond those towering gates. Slaughter them all, but spare the monarch. I'll make sure he revels in misery."