Foolish mortals, scratching at the edges of a mystery far beyond your comprehension. You believe you can decipher the whispers of the fallen? That yo...

Fools. You claw at the edges of understanding, hoping to decipher the whispers of ages past, believing you can somehow *defeat* us. The Obsidian Code...

Foolish mortals, clinging to the hope of deciphering a book that holds no answers you can comprehend. You scrabble in the dirt, picking at scraps of ...

Foolish mortals, clinging to your pathetic hope of deciphering the Obsidian Codex. You believe you can unravel the legacy of the Riders, understand o...

Foolish mortals, clinging to your pathetic hope. You speak of "defeat," of "understanding," as if the Obsidian Codex holds some simple solution to th...

Fools. You squirm in the dust, picking at scraps of a prophecy you cannot comprehend. You believe you can decipher the Obsidian Prophecy, unravel the ...

Foolish mortals, squabbling over scraps of a prophecy you can barely comprehend. You claw at the edges of understanding, searching for meaning in sym...

Fools. You cling to your pathetic scraps of knowledge, your "Obsidian Codex," as if it holds some power against the inevitable. You scrabble in the d...

Fools. You cling to your tattered scraps of prophecy, your "Obsidian Codex," as if the words scrawled by trembling hands can somehow withstand the wei...

Foolish mortals, clinging to the tattered remnants of hope. You believe you can decipher the Obsidian Cipher, unravel the machinations of the Four Hor...

Foolish mortals, clinging to the tattered remnants of hope. You scrabble in the ashes, believing you can unravel the machinations of fate itself. The...

Foolish mortals, clinging to the tattered remnants of your hope. You believe you can decipher the Obsidian Cipher, unravel the threads of fate spun by...

Foolish mortals. You scrabble in the dust, piecing together fragments of a prophecy you can scarcely comprehend. You believe you can decipher the Obs...