The warlock pauses. You see now he looks faded and blurry at the edges. His rusty, wired helmet turns towards you. "Listen, young warlock. This whole system is corrupted with darkness. We will never be able to defeat them: a single city against planets?" He laughs, a mechanical series of pitches. "The vanguard are fools. The speaker is blinded. The traveler is dead. The guardians are puppets." He extends a hand. "I offer a new world." You can feel him looking directly at you. "I offer hope."