Welcome to Legends of Evandris.

I'm Iris and you're listening to Beneath Dark Wings.

Here's what happened last time.

You know what? Fuck it. If we end up burning this whole place to the ground anyway, it won't matter.

Exactly right.

You guys still got the stuff, right?

Oh, we've got the stuff, Debris.

What sort of announcement?

The Grand Lord is going to make?

We'll be able to reclaim this continent the way it used to be.

May I present the Grand Lord Maestro Commodus?

You see the foe that you fought.

The Makutu, Flamebender, Tayjee, steps forward, but he looks a little different.

His face is horribly marred, and where his lower jaw had been is a grossly fastened, iron-plated, false jaw.

I like to think, I'm a reasonable owl, and he draws his sword and immediately without looking

slashes the throat of one of the imprisoned Eryokokra.

Grand Lord Comitus had his erromances looking around the clock in this special place

at the center, something called an Elder Tempest.

They told stories of it.

It was children.

The Erokococera from millennia ago.

I used it as a creature of war.

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