It scoffs. "That false king is but a human playing at demonhood.

...We will take Albion."

The ground shakes as the half drowned head lifts and is returned to its body along with each missing part, every crack restored into a living statue. It looks just like an angel, but that foreboding feeling of demonic power grows a thousand times over. This may not have been wise. But he points further down the way.

"You will find what you seek there, now go."