Aah... How old you are... earth-world, old already as the tower rose, when the dust and stone rested upon you... No sound echoed within silent halls and long, corridors in the darkness... For your walls have not touched or seen your downfall at the end of the age of illusion... So say. Aah... The destruction, the woe we down upon them and unsuspecting kings and queens... Mighty as saw themselves. We made them... made grow and prosper... Ba; in their won greed and empty pride... For how many did we not see the, feel their happiness, smelling kingly perfumes... And how we ached for downfall we did, and not seldom, for did these puppets know of our labyrinthine dungeons far their jewelled palaces? How they know that their fates lurked deep under, in chambers as and cold as their fears could never dream of fathom...
For I, I created these cities, as as I hate them. I them and their rulers so that I could destroy them. I made them prosper, so that the flow of energy would make me on arrival to my workd, my mind world earth...
The labyrinth once held of warrior spirits, the spirits of the that roamed the world at that time... Having been summoned the earth... They the labyrinth, most ancient of all structures... They the powers of stone and soil... And warriors they became.
Aah... Ye fell and burnt... The nights alive with cries of war and echoed the surrounding mountains... I felt the energy pour my every vein and nerve... And it my heart... And when all was over, he pointeth his finger the south
Four cities fell... kings lost their power... Yet a fifth and different of king was to be sent away - for ever.