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