The hunger for Her light continues to intensify, and each day we can feel shadows enveloping this world. Shadows the likes of which would never have been found on Tarddiad. Zaros, Xau-Tak, Zamorak, Sliske...all of these shadows must be eliminated. We all sing in unison and the crystals within us grind and shape us into our deadliest weapons. We will avenge Clan Cywir, and bring harmony and justice to the darkness covering this planet.
There is nothing else I can do. My husband and children need me. I step inside my exoskeleton and place the seed of the Taranau inside its chest, which radiates an almost blinding light and starts to grow out in branches, covering the metal suit...
Those who would deny order and enlightenment are gathering on these blazing rocks, and Vey is still clashing valiantly against Furora. Zamorak has truly brought out his finest here, but even then I can see stronger forces coming now...
In spite of the flames, there is a certain chill to this place. It comes from out to sea, from the sky, even the water itself. This is where it will all happen. Embrace the chaos that is to come, my Chaos Paladins!
As soon as we reach the islands with coloured flames, we are greeted with quite the impressive clash between the leaders of the Saradominists and Zamorakians. I can tell that their souls exude powerful auras worthy of commanding forces, perhaps even fitting for a king. They are strong fighters, capable of holding their own even against the Mahjarrat. But even as we watch these admittedly fearsome warriors do battle, I have noticed a powerful light emanating from one of the elven boats. An elf floats outside, her body writhing as her metallic and crystalline suit changes into a state that is almost like liquid without gravity. And more elves come from the other ship in similarly malleable states.