This is my cave. You've entered it.

Heh... I never thought... after all these years...

someone would find me.

I've been here for so long.

My body is failing me... I'm not as strong as I once was.

Did you know?

A deity though I am, I'm not the creator of Komaedakind.

Do you know?

Maybe you do... The true creator.

Their God.

Gromaeda...

...is not it.

He's a false God.

And Shrinkmaeda, their Devil.

I'm stuck to this rock, as I have been

for the past centuries...

I pass my time by scratching tally marks

on the ground with my sickle...

Little old Cuckmaeda, he paid me a visit once...

Nice guy.

He broke my third sickle and kicked dirt in my face.

Called me an old, freakish hag.

I admire audacity like that.

Have things... changed... in the surface world?

Did something happen to Gromaeda?

I don't hear the beck and call of the Komaedalings

in the nest like I used to.

Though my cave is so deep in the Earth,

I could clearly hear their squabblings.

It brought me...

Joy... Hope.

I miss feeling hope.

I think we could use more hope.

Do you know?

...

...Ah, yes. That's right.

I'm sure he already showed you what it's all about.

Then I have nothing to share with you,

besides a passing word of caution.

Gromaeda is not what you think.

That's all.