The Aether...Daeva...it is a drug to Taloc. At first it fuelled him, empowered him as he...grew from his former self into this...monstrosity.

But now...now his body is...dependent on its gentle support. Without it...he would fade away into splinters and dust.

Without it...he would die.
And what good...is that, Daeva, if it is taken from him before...its nourishment...fills him? There is a giant insect within Taloc...called Queen Mosqua.

It seems...she has started spawning young...within Taloc. Her eggs tap into his bark, and leech...his sap. The Aether that would...sustain him...is being drained away.

We need you to kill her, Daeva. Then the eggs will die, and Taloc...will survive this frost....


Hurry, Daeva! She...spawns more eggs with every...passing moment!

Kill her! Kill Queen Mosqua.




And that is exactly what...you did, dear Daeva.

I felt it instantly. The...tightness, the pressure, lifted...in an instant. The Aether surges through me again, and all thanks...to you.

You helped me...when you killed Queen Mosqua. Now...let me help you.


And that is exactly what...you did, dear Daeva.

I felt it instantly. The...tightness, the pressure, lifted...in an instant. The Aether surges through me again, and all thanks...to you.

You helped me...when you killed Queen Mosqua. Now...let me help you.


And that is exactly what...you did, dear Daeva.

I felt it instantly. The...tightness, the pressure, lifted...in an instant. The Aether surges through me again, and all thanks...to you.

You helped me...when you killed Queen Mosqua. Now...let me help you.


And that is exactly what...you did, dear Daeva.

I felt it instantly. The...tightness, the pressure, lifted...in an instant. The Aether surges through me again, and all thanks...to you.

You helped me...when you killed Queen Mosqua. Now...let me help you.