The Light of the Abyss echoes back to the wisdom of the Bird.
Within such a void, there exist possible, unwitting pawns to purify the trespassers. The misbegotten, greatest hive of darkness and perfidy resides but a short slip through the fabric of space away. Even if one excepts the principal enforcers of their perverted order, countless agents of dissent still bristle with danger and useful hostility. With their vast fields of husks and spitfire, they would surely ride to the ruin of even the smallest perceived threat and the slights it may give. We beseech the Bird and her flock to aid Us in this deception as We make ready the strings for Our performance.
