“It is time that we hone the skills of our warriors. Their chaos must be funneled into their battles. For if they lose focus, even we would be subject to their rage.”
“What shall I do?”
“Trials; push them through tests, keep them busy and sharp. Force them to use their intellect in order to bring some stability to their emotions. Do not let them get complacent. Vary the tests to force their attentiveness.”
“And our invasion?”
“The weak species of this world already tremble at our presence. Few dare even approach our stronghold in the Obsidian Plains. They have proven themselves unable to hold back our forces, even with the help of the naïve and traitorous Lothus.”
“We ought to make them pay for what they did to you.”
"They will feel our wrath once our army has proven itself by destroying Auburean. For now they must watch, helpless to stop us. To see our power and know they can’t hope to halt our advances. Let them try and hold back the emotions they look upon so poorly while they wonder what we will do to them. They will see the error of their ways only once it is too late. They will finally feel all of the emotions in their true forms only moments before they feel nothing ever again.”
“So what is next?”
“The Lugians, such a physically strong race so menacing with their stature, fell to our influence in mere moments. The spiritual Tumeroks are not faring any better. We will go race by race, unleashing ourselves into their minds, turning them to our ways. This planet will fuel our war and provide us more soldiers to aid us in our battles to come. “
“I will get started on our training facility to prepare these forces.”
“Where as I will prepare to make my entrance back upon this world to show there is nothing those pathetic Lothus can do to me. I will turn this entire world against them. My forces will chase them to wherever they attempt to hide, even in the furthest reaches of portal space. I will take my rightful celestial place. Soon they will know, the Curator of Torment has returned.”

