The shell rots away, metamorphosis complete. What now remains is Unrecognisable. Weep, for this is the end of it all. Internally you have Changed, external transformation. The new abomination is staring back at Me. These transitions tear us apart, we prepare for war. I will wash my Hands of this. We must all, cleanse ourselves. Until you die. We bury the Dead alive. I've been listening to these voices, inside my head. They've Been telling me to take no more. Departures, disasters, destruction of Souls. You specialise in these trades, now I must...