They feel Metal Nests, scattered at random, some displayed, some hidden. The darkness has gone so far as to build a great Temple in our waters, which Darklings flock to.
We are disappointed. We know the truth, that when unhindered, Darkness takes root, corrupting and defiling that which we are to protect. Even this rock, with it's faint calls, is not untouched. Yet, our calling remains. We will focus. We will cleanse.
We have learned to see through that which was once veiled to us. Darkness is predictable, and it's nature is known. It must be burned, purged from our sea, erased from time, uprooted from the rocks which it poisons.
