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With patience of death.

The nymphs were alone in their love of the sun, but some would find a way to weaponize it regardless.

With their Mother destroyed, the Gorrans divided, some sinking deeper into her ways, others exploring the wider world.

The Gorru wear hideous masks to ward away death and the outside world, not realizing both do that on their own.

Angels are above such petty things as desire or enthusiasm.

In the nexus, Lizaveth and Taras at last learned the truth they had sought for so long.

Enthusiasm for flight carries material costs which quickly surpass the cost of true-form transformation.

“Another interesting but incomplete experiment. The subject acquired the speed and flight of its griffin donor, but alas, has kept its primal brain as well.”
—Doctor Hitana

“When man forges armor half as resistant as granite, maybe I'll start listening.”

Lhosei came to Urshad in desperation, seeking a way to slay a monster and save her family.

“I want to see the sun blotted out from the sky.”
—The Hunter of Nebulas

Arcanists of the Rippling Water school made quick work of any Kinjiru soldiers who dared approach too close to Odaya.

The Muktann is always open to new victims.

“Sure the first ghosts are on our side. They always are. It's the ones that killed them you've gotta worry about, and they don't stay dead either.”
—Calamity Rose

There doesn't appear to be animal life in the chanting woods because it doesn't want to be found.

Some corpses are destined to rot. Others have a much more vital purpose.