[This tablet was recovered from Savathûn's throne world when Alak-Hul, the Lightblade, was slain. It now sits idly in your possession. No whispers coax you to listen. No edicts compel you to act. Nevertheless, you stare unwaveringly at the etched stone.]

"Lightbearer. You're so serious about all of this."

"It's just a game."

"You want to shape the world but don't have the stomach for the 'wrong' kind of violence."

"So, you stare at stone or glass, trying to invoke the Deep with control."

"We are already more acquainted than you remember."

"Can you hear me now, over the whiners and would-be gods?"

"Do you know that I consider you a frustrating friend?"

"And yet you point a gun, even when there is still so much between us."

"You know this only ends one way."

"Then kill it. I dare you."