A voice calls out. Barely able to be heard, every note rings out with loneliness. Barely able to be heard, she suffocates under the weight of isolation. Her followers, once proud and peaceful, have been blinded by darkness and now murder and sacrifice to appease a false idol. At all of this, at every life lost, at the thought of her followers becoming such monsters, the Golden Lady Au’Sol, Child of The Sun, can do nothing but weep and cry out; nothing but scream and beg for someone, anyone to hear her pleas.