"Ah, you are here. It is so nice to see you once more. I did not expect for you to have company, but then we are needing more soldiers for our horde...how generous of you."
"Behold, our sanctuary. We have been here for many winters, building and waiting for our moment in this rotting corpse of a world. But do not expect to find anything of value or meaning, you will find only death and suffering."
"I do not explain my plans to outsiders, but I will make an exception given that you will all never make it out alive. This...is the tool from which we will reshape this world, a cycle of ending and beginning encased in metal shell. It is filled with your cloned blood, the mortals that once lived here saw that they could not experiment with mere drops if they were to create their soldiers. I merely had to convert the liquids we uncovered into gas, so that everyone could take in this gift."
"It is all quite glorious, the wendigo is the next evolution for all. A being beyond death and time, freed from the bonds of life and morality. It will start when our tool embeds itself into the west, evolving all of the worthy and strong into wendigo. Weapons become claws, magics become teeth, and the chosen will fight for this new cycle of rebirth."
"Then we will finally leave this place, spreading our gift from the east. And once everyone has evolved from their petty states, we will reign over a peaceful world. A final victory, a victory over life itself."
"But such is the dream, for now you stand here with the clear intent to render this gift into ash. We will not allow it, and we will fight tooth and claw to protect it from your stained hands."
"Go my brethren, and throw the demon into the engine fires."
