'Un matra's chantis non estrettera oubliettre.'

A mother's song cannot be forgotten.

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The wind howls with a menacing squeal. The haelstrum devastates the forest floor-ripping through rock and trees. Kiora shields her face in an effort to shield herself from the debris. She plunges along the path without a guide in sight. 'Where is he?' She feels a mixture of panic and frustration. 'He shouldn't have left me!' The Daemik's ears pick up on a voice ahead.

"It's a ...