In death that I should serve, the clatter of bones there is your doom. I am the winged terror that soars through the ages. Your shouts cannot save me. The foam bends to my will, and so shall you. You're being adventurous. Think I can defeat us? Surprise, puny humans. Welcome, mortals, to my domain. You thought you could escape the grasp of darkness. I am the land, and in my castle, your doom awaits. Do you feel it? The chill in the air? The shiver down your spine? It's the embrace of darkness, and I am its master. My eyes behold your fate. Recognize its futile. I am the watcher in the dark.