“When the anima drought began, our defenses began to fail.
Our guards, weakened by the lack of anima, became overrun as the sinstones this land is built upon rose up around us. Not to mention the manifestations of the souls who can no longer be tended to are running wild.
You may be able to help us, mortal. Please, we can barely hold this position... and I don't know for how much longer.”
