"All the souls have gone away, but our souls still need to rest. If the deceased needs guidance on their way to the other side, I am willing to be the ferryman of Sarkaz... Now I am far from being able to sing an elegy for every compatriot who has passed away on this land, but I will not give up."

Rings of incantation arise and dance beneath his bone pen as Logos writes his will onto this land.