[i]I sit atop my Ivirian throne of gold and diamond as I view the chaos my sister is unleashing upon the world from my godly eye. Immediately, I change into spirit form and take away the malevolent superstorm, imprisoning it in the darkest depths of the void.

I observe my brother's invention that he calls 'farming'. This will prove extremely useful in my plans for an empire. In griffin form, I send a party of Ivirian soldiers to these human lands and bring back information to our engineers. I wish I could again imbue my people with knowledge, but repeated theft of the essence of wisdom will alert my brethren.