We sing. We listen. The harmony of songs shapes us, as we shape it. In harmony, the Light shall act. Yet, we seek to create chaos within the Darkness. It is an amusing irony, one we shall pursue to ensure the prevalence of the Light over the Darkness. The Light is superior. It shall prevail.
Intrigue.
We are aware of the increasing chaos of the further hunting grounds near the dark Mist. The Light would gain from the downfall or conversion of any Darkness, despite this distance. Such is difficult for ours to safely hunt or manipulate. Even in chaos, the darker voids harbor determined darklings and strong shells.
Our Song is Yours, strange brethren made Kin. We would seek guidance, too. The path is also uncertain to us. We must continue to ponder.
The Darkness advances in the Shadows. Many husks moved between their ends, spitting and dancing along their path. The Brethren sensed a weakness in the chaos, and hunted. We, and our kin, hunted too. It was a unique moment to learn more of the degrees of hatred within the darkest voids. They indeed remain as harmful as they had before.
Many strands danced in those voids. Many were strands indigent to the Shadows. Others were more familiar. Orange children, some benign, others of the misunderstood distrust. There were also darklings in a husk similar to Your shell, which sought the impedance of the darklings of the Shadows. We did not detect their final destination, the Bretheren had tired and departed, and the danger grew. We, too, eventually sought refuge.
Hesitation. Worry.
Many husks flowed to the points unknown. We recognize the construct in the Mist as an energetic one, perhaps a summoner of dark rifts. Perhaps there was another such construct in the Shadows. It would provide reason to the movement. The husks will either empower, or quell, the chaos, in the Mist.
Perhaps Your wisdom will possess the knowledge to comprehend. Sing.
We should have anticipated this may have occurred by the time we could stir again. If the hives of darkness within the shined sphere have already been removed, we will accept this outcome.
The Light is strong. We rejoice. Yet we must still sing of the Bird's plot.
We must know exactly what theirs have done to trouble yours. It is not their way to provoke any aspect of the Light with intent, as far as we know. We shall sing to theirs, and learn of their offense.
We shall attempt to reconcile. Provide us the knowledge of the moment. It would be a waste to spit now, yet we may chastise the herald for their stupidity.