They believed themselves courageous and selfless,
but that bravery became the doom at their door.

They believed themselves driven by necessity,
but that desperation made them monstrous.

"Try on another life. See how it fits. You'll
find that your one life is utterly inadequate."
- He of Many Names and Many Faces

If you're going to act like you're better
than everyone else, make sure you are.

They clawed their way up from the agonising depths of nonexistence,
breathing deep with joy the exquisite light of meaning.

Our world was dying, but we chose to survive.
We broke free from the chains within.

Entropy can be reversed.

At their height, the Vaal glittered under the sun.
A decade, a century, an aeon of prosperity...
now nothing more than a passing wonder.

Countless souls scream in agonising harmony,
forever sinking under the weight of the newly dead.

"Never mind the pain, it's only... making room. Unrelated fact,
a person can live a normal life with just one kidney. Or just one
lung. You never know what Vaal technology will cost you..."

After the fires, in the depths of the Winter of the World, all life in the Vastiri banded together. Whether serpent, hyena, human, or golem, hated enemies clasped hand to claw, built refuge, and fought side by side against the Abyssals. Thus, the Third Pact was born.