Too hot...no air...no water.

If I could burn...to ashes...to end this pain..... The cursed flame...never dies...or burns low.

I fear my fate.... I become a monster...losing Elim's nature.

Player: "Can I help somehow?"

The Flame Basilisks...children of the Balaur...feed the fire. They nurture...my anguish...and hatred.

Daeva of Elysea...I beg you...help me!

Player: Accept.

Flame Basilisks wander...across The Scorchlands.

Show no mercy...wreak havoc...among them.

Their deaths...will be my relief.

Player: "I spread my wings in your service."

I thirst...I wither.

Flame Basilisks...flee before you.

Did you...thin their numbers?

Player: "I've put out their vile flames."

Ariel bless you...child of the light.

My gratitude...burns brighter...than Fregion's flames.

I offer a gift...to the friend of Elim.