At first it was though that one of the Life Stones was being moved by a creature burrowing beneath it. Something so strong and fierce, capable of resist the desintegrating force of the Lance could only be imagined. But oh such times as these, fate is such a bitch! A beast rose but a beast only in name for it was the stone itself forever changed by the conflicting auras that surrounded it and the constant renewal and death of the land that set it into its present form: A thing made to prevail where life and death join. Instinct: To gloat in the pulse of death

• Spew maledictions of the flesh