"I see a pattern in these towers. Whoever the Precursors were, they sought to master
this world, to shape it as they saw fit. My people had the same ambition..."

"If they had ever completed the tower network,
it could have changed the face of the world..."

Darkness and light, naught but forest between.
As the forest fades, the twilight hunt begins.

The lash of the whip,
the ire of the tithe...
the press of the boot.

The Well was naught.
The Precursors dug too deep.
The Well always had been.