The elf who brought word of Calamity to the East once again had been made witness to the destruction foretold for Elvenesse. This time, it was the great bridge of Sunbreak which had been torn asunder.
Behind his eyes had been seared the shape of a ring - a cycle devouring. In his sleep, the Wheel-Turner witnesses a black sun.
Passion and spite begs him to march and to write, to reject the scaled beast and His children, just as he had done before. However, had he not warned them many decades before? They had done all that they could without the Sunlit Lord. It had been enough in the moment. The clouds over the western Firelands portend further retribution - a bloody war in which that smoke and fire would seek to blot out the Sun for good. "Yes," he decided. "They will have to be enough alone."