Have you ever had a nightmare about falling? You get tired, and your wings won't hold you up anymore.

Down, down, down you go. Through the center of the world, out the other side, and still falling through the starfields.

Unable to control your descent. Unable to breathe. Alone.

Player: "Can't say I have, no."

I have that nightmare all the time, now that I can see what they're doing in Tahmes.

I saw the signs, of course, but no one listened to me. Scholarly status be balfired.

The Synthral Wardens have been mining that Ore Stratum for so long that the ground can barely support their weight. And they're just spirits! This must be stopped.

Player: Accept.

If Tahmes collapses, all of us will be in danger.

Shock waves will ripple across Atreia as Tahmes quakes its way into the ground.

Please put an end to the Balaur Prison Guards in the Mineral Sedimentary Stratum.

Player: "Who's this 'we', Rei-mosabe?"

My friends and family live around here, you know. Whenever the ground trembles, even a little, I think about what will happen to them.

What will happen to your loved ones when the magma bubbles forth?

Player: "Nothing. Because I stopped the mining."

You've prevented disaster, Player. Disaster! All of Atreia thanks you, though some voices keep an ignorant silence.

Oh, I told them. I sent a warning to my Elders and to your Sanctum. No one listened. No one took it seriously.

You are the first one to show interest in our plight. You are the first to agree that ghosts should not be allowed to destroy this land.