BEHOLD, MY BROOD
HOW YOUR ENEMIES LAY ROTTING IN THE FIELD!

THE CHROMA-ADMIRAL RAFRIT ENGULFED BY WAVES OF DEATH,
DRAGGED BACK INTO THE ATMOSPHERE BY A MILLION HIVE CORPSES.
THE AMMONITES KEENING BELOW
AS THEIR WARRIOR OF THE SKY FELL
INTO THE DEEP.

AND THERE, IN CONCERT WITH YOUR GODS,
HIS ARMOR WAS PULLED SLOWLY FROM HIS BODY
UNTIL THE SINEW OF HIS ADDUCTORS TORE,
ANNOINTING OUR GODS WITH HIS SPURTING PLASM.

HOW HE CRIED AS HIS RUINED FLESH WAS IMPALED—
HIS WAILING, A CALL TO WORSHIP
IN THE TEMPLE OF HIS DYING BODY!

THEN WAS THE AMMONITES' LEVIATHAN ALONE.

SO I DID COMMAND MY SERVANT,
IR UULXAL,
TO TASTE OF THE LEVIATHAN'S FLESH,
TO TEAR IT FROM THE SKY IN A FEAST OF AGONY.

AND SO HE DID.

THE LEVIATHAN'S VISCERA OPENED TO THE SKY
AND RAINED DOWN UPON THE AMMONITES,
BATHING THEM IN THE BOWELS OF THEIR GOD.
SO MY BROOD DID TASTE OF HIS ENTRAILS
AND REJOICE!

FROM THIS VICTORY FORWARD,
UNTIL THE SKY FALLS AND THE DEEP SUBSUMES ALL,
IR UULXAL SHALL BE KNOWN AS
THE LEVIATHAN-EATER,
BANE OF THE AMMONITES,
AND FAVORED HARBINGER OF XIVU ARATH!