Light in Meranthe: The Hydra's Heart [Crusade vs Pscaela]

[Folian]

Incessantly do these mortals insist on wasting my time; day upon day, night upon night.

Woe upon them.
Woe upon their false Gods.
Woe upon the pathetic shepherds who do naught but prolong the stagnation of Kraus' accursed canvas.

The Hydra's heads are bound together, a part of the same woven tapestry of something greater.
 Light and dark shall clash, as it always has, once more.
Let blood flow upon the canvas and paint a glorious image.
For Mydaea.

The animated artworks of Viritas stir; an unbreathing and restless legion wrought of paint, stone, and depravity.

To Pscaela they march.

The Hydra stands together.