Of all my tasks, the one by which I am most keenly vexed is the never-ending journey into the heart of the primals' true nature. Each door I fling wide leadeth me, with inevitable anguish, to another such confounding portal.
It is in these lands that the keys to the knowledge I seek are found. Many seasons did I toil to fashion a net across this vast realm─a net that catcheth not fish, but nuggets of wisdom more valuable than gold.
Much have I learned, but the essence of the primals is ever shifting─no dusty tome doth capture in ink what these terrible beings are now become.
It is decided: the stance of the Scions must evolve from shifting sand to unyielding stone. My place, however, is here in this land of unending tragedy. E'er must I remain, until the true nature of the primals is revealed unto me.