"They say this world was created by light. What then, caused the Dark to be created? The will to fight is awash in the stench of blood. A death mask is reflected in the faces of those who live in the light. While those who live in the Dark are content with their crypts. Of What worth is one's will to fight? What worth, when blood sprays forth from violated flesh and finds freedom in its release. The humans fear the Datk, but to escape it, they discard their humanity. And fight the Dark simply because they exist in the same universe. Fight until death. Neither approving of the other's existence, both dermined to fight. The world seems drunk on the elixir of madness!"