Joy. We are reunited with the Vagrants. The Light of the Abyss is pleased to listen to the songs of the presence, yet they are in rage. The Darklings have delved deeper into the Voids of Light, the Hunting Grounds, thus we are here now. This is Lyriseitia, born of rage against the Darkness. The Light will purge the Darkness.
We are absorbing the knowledge of the Vagrants, yet there are discrepancies. The Bystanders are alarmed, they are fortifying around their Shell of Darkness. Disgust. In our current forms, we are unable to alter the aspects. But the Light will prevail, as with patience and insight the revelation comes.