For many a year I remained trapped within the infinite coils of Lord Baaphegar's web, listening to the screaming and pleading of a thousand tortured souls as I searched for the Truth. Upon my return to the Basin, I was not surprised to learn that while I was entangled in that endless recursion of suffering and revelation, the despots in New Celest defiled the sovereignty of one of the only truly free nations remaining and pressed their false claim upon the good people of Serenwilde.

I am certain that had I remained ensnared for much longer, the Light's hounds would have attempted to impose their vile dogma upon every corner of the Basin. They have already lured Hallifax, Gaudiguch, and Glomdoring into their clutches, despite the fact that it was Celest who was responsible for all of their ills after the Final Nine's sacrifice. The kephera, too, have been placated by their false promises, even as the Lightmongers support and encourage the wanton slaughter of their race.

Too many have forgotten the Truth - what the Light touches, it does not release. And once Celest has the Basin entire beneath its thumb it will move to eradicate, or worse still, convert, all that they consider to be impure in the eyes of their Elders. One need only take a passing glance at the tenets of the Dawn to understand that this is the future that they fight for.

Rejoice, then, fellow shards, in my returning. For the dogs of Celest will soon be brought to heel beneath the armies of the Engine, and all who value a life free from imperial shackles will find in Magnagora their savior and champion.

Yours in Truth,
Kalas Tzshalgoth, Prophet of Salvation

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Urlachmar, in the year 719 CE.