Brumm

You wish to see the Master? Return with the child full of flame and he shall appear.

It is done... and yet...

It is not merely by fortune that we meet here, in the darkest, furthest reaches of the world, where my Master’s scarlet eyes can not see us.

Mrmm. A song that never ends... is no song at all.

You take part in the Ritual, yet I sense you truly have no Master. Is it so? Perhaps together we can banish that livid flame and let this dead Kingdom rest in peace.

If you wish to silence the endless song... Mrmm, meet me where it began.

But if you return to the Master and complete the Ritual... Mrmm. As long as you do it without regret, I will bear you no hatred.

So you followed me here, to where the Ritual began. You would join me in breaking it then?

It is painful to defy the Master, but our harvest... it profanes this dark, quiet Kingdom. This once, I would see the Ritual fail.

Mrmm.. Now! Let us destroy the anchor, and banish the Master. Never shall he return here again!

Yes. We are merely vessels for the flame. But... were we always empty?

Endless, repeating songs of sacrifice, of servitude. For the Ritual. For the troupe. For the Master.

Even this child was born into invisible chains. Mrmm.

If you wish to silence this endless song, meet me where it began...

But if you wish to continue the Ritual... Mrmm. As long as you do it without regret, I will bear you no hatred.

Master... are even you a slave? If so, let our chains be broken together!

Mrmm. You came.

The red flame I’ve gathered from this dead Kingdom. You would claim it... for our Master. For his final act.

The Ritual plays itself out once more. We are like the notes in an old, old song. You and me. Mrmm.

So we serve... Thus it has ever been. Yes?

Take the flame then, it is why you came here.

Mrmm. You came.

You have gathered the flame and so the time for the ritual’s completion is upon us. All you must do now is return to the Master...

Thus it goes, as it ever has. We are like the notes in an old, old song. You and me. Mrmm.

And yet... It is not merely by fortune that we meet here, in the darkest, furthest reaches of the world, where my Master’s scarlet eyes can not see us.

Mrmm. A song that never ends... is no song at all.

You take part in the Ritual, yet I sense you truly have no Master. Is it so? Perhaps together we can banish that livid flame and let this dead Kingdom rest in peace.

If you wish to silence the endless song... Mrmm, meet me where it began...