Thread:AngryLance/@comment-39280634-20200609090822/@comment-30014014-20200621150915

Hmm, yes, the third king could confirm:

"This horde...their light, their unlight, it was different from the animals that came before. They had marched in legions, foaming the hope of ephemeral treasury that ultimately meant little more than simple thievery and conquest. As if...deeply engineered to ever stand as the dichotomy of our castles, our homes, our everything.

''But this tide, this horde, bleeding into this world...it was altered. Thos horde fostered no delusion of gold and rubble, resources and land. This one was numberless, a hivemind constructed for deconstruction as its endgame...and nothing more.''

''I could witness them in the cerulean beyond...the makers of the mterial realm and the unmaker. A cracked reflection projected back to this cosmic awareness of mine. To them, this world was a sand land, collection of toys where they were its immortal owners. Children playing with their toys...only for the unruly one to come and kick the castes of sand away, the toys apart...''

...simply because it was in his nature...