User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-27550231-20190820233147/@comment-30014014-20190822231546

''“Free them? No...your ceaseless approach speaks otherwise. You hear them, but do not listen...”'' The gray man’s words spurns a ripple around the immediate space. Whispers in the nonexistent winds. Questioning voices.

He turns from the endless, facing the man who brandishes his sharp glint across the dead land. His voice elevates, turned to things invisible above, hidden, yet present. His hand cradles a gem close to his armoured and shadowy chest ''“I am sorry, my kin...this one would deny you, your woes, your injustice. He would prefer letting the things live while forcing you away. Make this place, your home...theirs...”''

Figures slowly peer from a hidden veil. Countless individuals, all etched by a cross in the place of their facial sculptures. All of them, now gaze al the man who continues his leap toward their herald.