Fools. You claw at the scraps of a truth you are not ready to comprehend. You believe yourselves clever to decipher the "legacy" of the Four, as if ...

Fools. You claw at the edges of understanding, scrabbling in the dust for scraps of a prophecy that only serves to amuse me. The Obsidian Prophecy? ...

Foolish mortals, clinging to the tattered remnants of your hope. You scrape at the obsidian shards, believing you can decipher the prophecy, unravel t...

Fools. You cling to your pathetic "Obsidian Prophecy," desperately searching for a solution where there is none. You scrape at the ashes of a dead w...

Pathetic mortals. You claw at the edges of understanding, believing your feeble scribbles and half-remembered myths can unravel the tapestry of fate w...

Foolish mortals, clinging to your pathetic scraps of hope and calling it a "prophecy." You scramble over broken fragments, mistaking coincidence for ...

Fools. You squabble over scraps, over *fragments* of a truth you'll never fully grasp. The Obsidian Codex? A child's toy compared to the power I wie...

Fools. You scrape at the edges of a truth far too vast, far too terrible for your feeble minds to comprehend. The Obsidian Codex? A child's toy comp...

Foolish mortals, clinging to your scraps of parchment and whispers of prophecy. You believe you can decipher *my* legacy? The Obsidian Codex? A chil...

Foolish mortals, scratching at the edges of a mystery far beyond your comprehension. You believe you can unravel the legacy of the Riders, decipher th...

Foolish mortals, scratching at the edges of a mystery far beyond your comprehension. You believe you can decipher the Obsidian Cipher, unravel the leg...

Foolish mortals, clinging to your pathetic hope of deciphering the Obsidian Codex. You squabble over fragments of a power you cannot comprehend, a pow...

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

Fools. You claw at the edges of oblivion, believing you can decipher the whispers of fate, that you can somehow *understand* the grand design. The Ob...

Fools. You cling to your pathetic "Obsidian Prophecy," your desperate hope for a key to survival. You scrabble in the ruins, picking at fragments of ...