I stood today at the portal's edge, watching the shimmering fracture between worlds. A new incursion is imminent—I can feel the unnatural pull in the air. The Earthlings think they slip through unnoticed, like vermin in the walls. But the Grey Goddess sees all. My armor is clean, my blade sharp, and my purpose absolute. Let them come. Let them taste the justice they have earned. Each kill is a hymn, each trophy a sacred offering. Gheeno will be cleansed, one heretical soul at a time.