A Wrinkled Piece of Paper

"Subjects of the Kingdom of the Cleansed! The great legacy of our lady yet lives. So long as the King draws breath, a curse hangs over us all. Leave your poisoned lands, abandon your cold houses, and go east. There, in the lands of the ancient giants, a spark of the Kingdom still lingers. I will fan it into a great flame, which will burn the impure and cleanse the world of filth. The Goddess demands sacrifices and prayers in the City of the Hollow Eyes. Keep your mouth closed and believe no one."