'Mir'rayan, asater'ai. It has begun. Well met, stranger.' The voice replied softly to the greeting in the mist, the shrouded figure nodding to the note of sound.

'Fear of what we are, fear of who we are, fear of who we see. They all shall touch into the future of now. The priest's death, it shall bring a tide of blood that cannot be rolled back. A slaughter worse than the Dai'ichi ever purposely started.

Threatening peace, has a strange way of making animals out of men.'