Mist -

I was forced to change my tactics, after you mastered a tactic previously reserved for the living such as Xon and Moirean - the art of escape at the first sign of trouble.

It fills my heart with joy at your continued communication with me, though. Perhaps, in your search for relevance, you wish to help usher in the Age of Dawn? The cure will work on someone as old and withered as you, Veovis.

It truly is a shame about Povox, though. He finally went insane trying to kill me and left you alone with your father figure.

D. Qefin

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Chakros, in the year 413 MA.