Looking out over the Eye, smelling the smoke and blood we leave in our trail, I get this feeling all through my bones that we Elyos are meant to be here. Meant to win this fight.

Of course, that doesn't mean things will go easy for us. The Balaur Magic Cannons are a particular problem. Not only do they cause us heavy damages, but every time they go off they give away our position.

We need them out of the way. Take the cannons out, Player.

Player: Accept.

I heard the cannons going off, Player, but I don't hear them any longer.

Let's hear it.

Player: "The Balaur were NOT happy about it..."

It's our job to make the Balaur unhappy, Player.

Can you just imagine their sad little faces? Ha! Like they're even capable of feeling anything but hunger and rage!

A token of my Legion's thanks, Player. If we put our heads together, I bet we can think up even more ways to make those lizards miserable.