To bring my Ova back you must survive.
Undermether
Your shell serves you as a brother.
Come. Learn of your strength, child.
You’re more than a weapon, Child.
Find what remains of me.
This knight… Harros…
He was once like any mortal.
Driven by the illusion of self.
Now he’s pure.
A vessel to be filled.
With purpose.
Your purpose.
Smert... come.
Rise, brether Smert.
I will make you anew.
I will give you purpose.
Come forth.
Yes, you know your purpose.
Bring the Ova back to me.
Each ovum you discover gives me hope.
Keep searching.
My child-to-be... left in a miserable place like this.
(regret) We were never meant to be here.
I had hopes for this one.
Perhaps I will again.
You found another ovum.
Untouched... unblemished...
How many more can there be?
It’s safe now… in your hands.
Bring the ovum back to me.
Child…
You and I serve our kin-to-be.
Unlike this… Foul Passenger.
Even now it spreads.
Festering.
Devoid of meaning… it is endless.
But you and I—we—will end.
When the Ova are safe.
But you and I. We will end.
When the Ova are safe.
But you and I. We will end.
It is done.
The Foul Passenger is no more.
There is but one final purpose for us.
We must send the Ova to the heavens…
…when you’re ready.
Child…
We’re so close.
The Ova you’ve collected…
They will be enough to ensure our future.
But we cannot send them to the heavens just yet.
It’s time to walk the unfound path.
You must cleanse me…
Of this Foul Passenger.
Only then can we free our-kin-to-be.
You must cleanse me…
Of this Foul Passenger.
Only then can we free our-kin-to-be.