"You come for a weapon, and I'll give it to you, but you have to feel through its suffering of birth. Then it will be bound to your desires, and when time come, you will pay, you will regret"

"Regret is a currency I have in plenty, sorcerer, what difference one more can make?"

The Pact was sealed, the Sun Chasers schism was set in motion, the Sun Gazers were born, the Locust Eye would be set in flame once again.

It was so long ago, before I even reached this region, but the echos of this day are still deafeningly loud around here.