All rational thought has been thrown out and all that exists is
conflict. I will teach you the nature of Fire, I will burn my image into
your minds and then have you beg me to release you from your mortal
coil. Hope has faded, restraint has been lifted. Your blood will be
spilled, your essence will be mine, your bodies will be broken.

My Lord might be gone, but that means I am no longer restrained. You
will cower and beg for mercy. You will be inflicted with pain and only
by my will, will you die. I have spent my life learning different ways
to inflict pain and strife, and I pity those of you whom have become the
focus point for my wrath.

May Fire once again return to the lands.

Clio Thetis,
Fists of Fire

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Slyphian, in the year 160 MA.