As you step closer, a large amount of purple, eyes appear in the sky. The eyes of Manahan.

Arborea is mine... Long had I been imprisoned in Agaia - but the veil that protects Arborea, has long fallen. My creations swarm its lands! May the Argons ravage its ruins forever... Amani, Baraka, Castanic, Human, Popori, Elin or High Elf, it does not matter, for all that remains of them is goo for me to consume. And when all their life force is mine, I shall reshape Arborea anew, in my own image.