A place where a grave insult has been sentenced onto our namesake, the now chained Wyoming has last been witnessed with the abductors, though Leniex displays symptoms of neither. It is probable that it now nests in the Voidmind's abode. A task utmost imperative - locate and terminate. The Voidmind has taken an audacious step to lay claim of what belongs to their own blood. They have broken all that united us. And so, they shall be broken. They will be made to bleed. They will be condemned to relive the moment of their banishment until their spirit breaks. They will be subjected to every ounce of agony we had to endure. Then, and only then, shall they have their permission to reunite with the Great Creators.
Sudbury is undisturbed. The bridge is yet to manifest, yet the frame has already been set. A development that likely attracted attention. We shall disturb the Bridgemaker no further, for it will announce to us when the moment comes.
Deep within the Deadly Wastes, The Prophet slumbers still, unmoved by the Ebon Shroud. For it to relocate would be a sudden and a concerning development. Many still succumb to its call, forever lost to the eternal fractures of the fabric of the Voids. Perhaps what lies within those fractures is another answer to the Crossroads, however it is not yet a candle to be extinguished.
Societal constructs of man, developed with intricacy and accuracy, conceal within themselves a method to systematically break the spirits and minds of the young, until all that is left is but a soulless husk, devoid of purpose outside of lustful satisfaction. Their home is now Kaarst. Each husk is presented with a choice, the outcome of which is dictated purely by soul - whether to join the Hunt as an ascendant Valkyrie and brave the Voids with the others, establishing order within the Voids, or descend further into their lustful madness as a Siren and have one's being totally unmade by an excruciating transformation.
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