By now...I hope you have fully understood the depth of the...chaos...within me.

The same Aether that elevated me so...suddenly has also stirred something...new in the creatures that once nested on me.

Once we were all as one. A natural...harmonious...symbiotic entity. Perfect. Now we are at war.

Player: "At war? Why?"

They have been driven...mad by the Aether. Their lust for it drives them...into a frenzy. They...drill into my body...desperate to tap into my sap...for just a sip...just one sip...of the Aether in me.

All the insects are mad, but the worst...their names are Shishir, Gellmar, and Neith.

Unfortunately...they have developed strange powers. You...will be fighting mutated creatures...with no regard for self preservation.

Player: Accept.

Now...listen closely. Shishir has a...magic stone within it that grants it incredible strength.

There is Gellmar, whose defenses are...perfect...augmented by a wardstone that has...developed inside it.

Last is Neith. It holds a stone within it that...somehow sends those nearby to sleep. Aether...is a mysterious substance...Player. Its ways are not understood...even by us Elim.

Go...do as I asked...please.... Kill them, and purify their artifacts...by using them repeatedly.

Player: "I will. Stay strong."

Then...I can rest again.

Thank you, Daeva. Those three were...allowed to fester within me...for too long. That they grew so powerful...that was my error, which you...kindly remedied....

My thanks...and my rewards...are yours.