Thank you, Daeva.

You heard my spirit beckon...and you came all the way here.

My heart...breaks.

Player: "What has happened, Taloc?"

Do you know...the Reian Tribe?

Old friends of the Elim...from long ago. But I could not stop...the mutated insects within me...from trapping them. You must help them, Daeva.

Player: Accept.

The poor Reians are trapped...inside the cocoon within me.

Only Shishir's Corrosive Fluid is...strong enough to melt the Writhing Cocoon.

Please, my friend...kill Shishirs and take their acidic fluid. Save those...poor Reians.

Player: "I'll do my best, Taloc."

(The cocoon wiggles. Whatever is inside is still alive.)

(You hear voices inside. These voices are begging for help.)

Player: "I'll use this acid on the cocoon."

(You need Shishir's Corrosive Fluid to dissolve the cocoon.)

Player: "My weapon does nothing!"

(You pour some of Shishir's Corrosive Fluid onto the cocoon, and it begins to melt.)

(You can hear the screams from the cocoon louder now as it melts.)