Many demons are known by their names. Many, but not this one. Many demons hunt souls in order to temporarily appease their eternal hunger. Many, but not this one. For know that for a soul stuck in the wastelands of Limb, the fate of being eaten is nothing compared to the horror of joining the eternal choir. For you know, if you hear a melody that the sweetest-voiced birds envy ... he is near. His name has been erased, but everyone who has ever been to the Edge knows who he is. Fear the soul, which does not know salvation. Fear the sounds that are sweeter than the old life. Fear the One who plays on souls.