Brunneng, dear 'Voice of the Earth',

I hope you enjoy the feel of sand beneath your feet. The desert sands
will sweep through your forests and clean the taint of Life from the
Earth.

Your words are meaningless, and your ignorance of the situation is so
profound that I'll not even waste effort in explaining. It's just
wasting precious time I could be using to utterly annihilate you and
yours.

Strength,

The Herald.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Khepary, in the year 186 MA.