The temples are full of little parasites! Scavenging some relics here, some gems there. Oh, their mirth! They think the city a carcass. They think they pluck the last of its meat.
Ormus knows better, he always knows better. The surface of a thing, ever the domain of fools. Better to dig. Better to rip open.
Kurast still breathes. It has not died yet. Power lingers in its bowels. Ha! Ormus digs and digs and digs. Kurast will walk again. No, it will rise and fly! All Sanctuary will see.