You...Daeva. You are...trying to...purify the land? Purify...us?

Player: "I will save you, noble Elim."

Noble...? Ha...noble no...longer. We are...beyond saving.

Player: "I can't abandon an Elim."

You still...pay respects...to me? Fool.

You will...give me...your obedience?

Player: Accept.

Go and hunt...Nose-horn Alitaures and...Spiked Alitaures.

They must...suffer. Hurt them...hurt them for...me.

Player: "I...shall, noble Elim."

Are...they dead? Did you...make their end...painful?

Player: "They're dead...."

Yes...I see the...blood...bruises...and bites on...you.

Now...what more...can I ask...you to do?