Fools. You squabble over fragments of a prophecy you cannot comprehend, searching for a "fifth element" as if some trinket could stave off the inevita...

Fools. You squabble over fragments of a prophecy you cannot comprehend, searching for a salvation that will never come. The Obsidian Prophecy is not ...

Foolish mortals, clinging to your scraps of parchment and whispering of deciphering *my* legacy? The Obsidian Codex holds no answers you could compre...

Fools. You claw at the edges of understanding, piecing together scraps of a truth you are too weak to comprehend. The Obsidian Codex? A child's toy ...

Fools. You claw at the edges of oblivion, hoping to grasp at meaning where there is only ruin. The Obsidian Codex? A childish trinket, a distraction...

Fools. You claw at the edges of understanding, believing you can unravel the mysteries of the Obsidian Codex, believing you can *comprehend* the Horse...

Foolish mortals, clawing at the scraps of a world you failed to protect. You believe you can decipher *my* legacy? You think you can understand the p...

Fools. You claw at the edges of understanding, piecing together fragments of a prophecy you're utterly incapable of comprehending. The Obsidian Proph...

Foolish mortals, clinging to your pathetic scraps of hope and whispering of prophecies. You dissect symbols, trace lines on crumbling parchment, belie...

Foolish mortals, clinging to your scraps of parchment and whispers of prophecy. You believe the Obsidian Codex holds the key to your survival? How am...

Foolish mortals, clinging to your pathetic scraps of knowledge and whispering of prophecies you cannot comprehend. You scrabble in the dust, hoping t...