(Chapter 1 - Bestial Propagation)
Beneath the dark earth...
Under the black seas...
Underworld reign in ground below!
In a promised realm lies a race?
Gargoyle beings roam within...
The fertile valley of...existence
Their colonizing approach a**ault the sources...
The valley torn by the masterful beasts!
The wilderness life potential retrieved from their vitality
For aeons...the force has been drained
Misused selfishness of the center's resources!
Mightiest thoughts?...wish an ultimate control
They developed this new energy
That occurs to be a malformation...
Among them spreads...the winged gargoyles
I KNOW POWER...one of them said!
*" I VEST TAS..."*
He speaks for it's kind
The unawaken part of the race
Followed the winged ones...
Downward their disastered fear...
The valley has been marked with d**h, in it's existence
The foul stench of steel, rusted the nature's life...
The domain's virtues losing their colors, fading from fear...
Their fungus sets in the valley of purity...
By bruising the clouds above...deep below the world!
Underneath!
A hopeless ma** obscured by thousand shadows...
Crushed by the ruling winged masters...
They...who simultaneously banish themselves!
To raze their everlasting underworld...
The essence of the existence wasted to immortal destruction...
The exploitation of the infinite well of resources?
...Dying, but closing itself upon the gargoyles...
Sealing them...in their proper earth...
Over earthworld!
The claim of the valley...the claim? Life
DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! Dead
You'll stay like a being...
You'll suffer among yourselves...
With your new replenished energy!
You'll decompose all power in reign...
Reversed effect on my soul...
Your bright plunged world of doom!
...Doom!
Gargoyles falling winged ones, flying for the clouds....
Above...below, smash retreat deep in their well of ills...
...Gargoyles lying small ones, dying on the ground...
Below...rise, above the clouds, the valley feels...
* - { "Vest - tas " = "Quest", taken from the Gargish language...} -
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