Words of the Constant
To the underworld!
Back to the open skies!
I will conquer this stone.
Foliage from the dark ages.
It wishes return to the entrance.
I would have rathered the fish.
Fancy for my taste, but it'll do.
Loot from Loge the demigod.
It's only a pile of fallen warriors.
More fallen mechanical warriors.
Someone should really clean this place up.
Don't worry, I won't eat him.
Who are you?
The eyeball is tired.
It has met a death worthy of its life.
Walking meat.
I wish you foul dreams, fowl bird.
What kind of fire hides in a hole?
The feeble armor of the bug.
Sky filth!
The Mjolnir of the city.
It shines bright this night.
Nary a glimmer.
The hand of a giant?
May it grow as tall as Thor.
Debris from hard work.
A fine sail.
The nut will spew its fire soon!
This is no ordinary nut!
The hardest of fruits.
The hard fruit gave way to a flimsy tree.
I shall feast on this large nut.
I have cleaved the nut and it has shown me its insides!
Bitter and pulse-pounding.
I take mine black.
It smells energizing.
The best machine under the sun.
Did you even put up a fight?
It bears strange volcano fruits.
Its fruits must be reborn.
Weakling bush!
The fire's nearly dead.
A cold comfort.
The fire roars!
The fire's slowly dying.
A cold comfort.
And the light flickers out.
The fire's nearly dead.
A cold comfort.
The fire roars!