*Soul of Nashandra, Queen of Drangleic.*
*The fragments of the abyss, of untold origin,
nourished their beings by the sides of would-be
monarchs. Perhaps they were simply ordeals
on the road to kinghood.*
*One day, the flames will fade, and only darkness
will remain. Unless, of course, an heir arrives.*
— Description of the Soul of Nashandra
| *The old one of the Abyss was reborn in death,
split into minuscule fragments, and spread
across the land. After regaining their shapes,
they crawled forth, yearning for strong souls,
in search of greater power.*
— Description of the Scythe of Want
| *After taking their shapes, they courted monarchs
of considerable power, which they desired
to make their own.*
— Description of the Chime of Want
| *Light and Dark are two sides of the same coin,
much like the soul and the curse. The beings
who presented themselves to those in search
of kinghood were drawn to their awesome strength.*
— Description of the Bow of Want
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