The clattering sound of a swarm of locusts escorts the harrowing form of Emnon.

You feel a surge of pride as you advance through the Imperial ranks.
You now have the power of sigil of the pain.
You now have the power of healing curse.
You now have the power of piercing gaze.

Emnon says 'There is but one command..'

Emnon says 'You are mighty as they come...'

Emnon says 'But make your presence known more..'

Emnon says 'I see dust on the throne..'

You say 'Igos clear path for Empire to spreads.'
 
Emnon says 'Ill take you away..'
 
Emnon nods at you in agreement.

You say 'Build back Empire for mighty Unspoken One.'

[EMPIRE] Igos: Praise Unspoken One, glory to Empires!

Emnon says 'Make it so..'

A calming warmth suffuses your body as Brynaen heals your wounds.

Tendrils of negative energy slither up the form of Emnon, consuming him into nothingness.