Eyes of Obscura

My Lord, a message
You may speak
We have received word from the Obscura
The prince and his band of peasants, they have found the Oracle in the Sirens' Sea
They are mistaken to listen to that old hag
Yes, my Lord, they are foolish indeed
It appears she has sent them on the hunt for a powerful ancient relic guarded by the Crystal Knight
They're relying on an old children's tale? How pitiful
It is rather embarrassing indeed, sire
The Obscura have spotted them on the outskirts of Sadora
Where they have stopped to rest
It seems they are planning to head through the wretched city to look for the relic in the mountains
What shall I do, my Lord?
Send the Dark Legion
Let Sadora take its toll
And the survivors be brought to me in chains
I must make an example of them, they will suffer
As you wish, my Lord