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The children of Ur have returned to Apoch. A most unwelcome sight. This time, they mar the surface and scatter fragments of the moon upon it, instead of staying buried in the depths. He snarls in displeasure, feeling fury burn within him as the Mad God looms high above. Sheer cowardice. Perhaps he would have been willing to forgive it at the final juncture, if it repented and showed proof that it would partake in creation like the rest of them. But even at the very end, it was scrabbling desperately to cause misery, only deigning to cease when it could hide and cower to avoid retaliation upon its spawn. No, it's too late to forgive. His grudge is eternal. As he looks over the Crimson Moondust, longing to scatter it to the wind, his plan takes form.
Wardens. Hunters, to keep them in check. Chitinron spoke well. The Beast turns his gaze skyward, to the lunar prison of his own making. He has access to the same materials as Ur due to his earlier hunt. His claws rend the surface open and call upon the frozen flesh and stolen souls within.
