Dawnlord,

I will begin with a brief comment on your most recent announcement regarding open pursuit against us as child abductors. I am terribly cross that my name is below Dunn's, and request that any future alterations of the list address what I am sure is a simple oversight.

Now to the matter at hand.

Janusara Hastren, the young girl whom you all so intently harbour, is not a child of the Hearth. In fact, she is not a child of Sapience at all.

You call her the Destroyer, and you provide protection to her even knowing the truly existential threat she poses to the very Creation you are sworn to safeguard. You trusted the word of a woman who claimed to cleave Time itself just to warn you that you must save her mother, thereby assuming custody of her infant self whence said mother died from childbirth in the present day. And now you keep the girl under lock and key, never to be alone with her own thoughts and burgeoning sense of self-- never to play among children her age or have anything even resembling a childhood.

And why would you give her such a thing? She is the Destroyer, after all. A title, by the way, I recall last designated to Abbadon, the Destroyer of Worlds.

Lady Aurora risked extreme Paradox and the rapid temporal unravelling of Creation by delving Memory for the echoes of Her brother, and what we see now is the consequence of said blundering. Not even we Chaotes dare to dabble in matters of Time and Space with such reckless, poorly-planned abandon, for neither the power required to do so nor the potential results are particularly supportive to any outcome except premature annihilation.

So yes, you are correct. We seek to lift the lock and key you have the Destroyer stashed behind so that you may be stopped from subjecting Creation to a devastation reserved for Oblivion itself. The Void will have its due, and the name it croons to us is not that of Janusara Hastren.

The Spear of Babel thanks you for opening up the entirety of your suitably-ranked army to their most sacred rites. They are keen to anoint themselves with the blood of the Righteous.

In service to ruin,
Eoka e'Jahlorien

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Sarapin, in the year 995 AF.