I am not alone. Tiny beaked creatures gambol around my feet. To them I am a giant, and they recoil in terror when they s

I am not alone. Tiny beaked creatures gambol around my feet. To them I am a giant, and they recoil in terror when they see me towering above them. The air fills with an unpleasant aroma, as they pin themselves against the hard edifice of the unforgiving monolith. The terrifying obelisk itself sits in judgement above us all – both myself and the creatures of the vision.

Destroy the impure. Destroy the low. Destroy the impure. Destroy the low.