The Wind Chronicles of Gaea

Zaibach

Tell me…
From Emperor to General, who did you kill to earn your rank of metal?

Mad eyes gleam…

A cheetah's smirk: "Silver…brethren."
A lion's declaration: "Copper…nations."
A marten's sigh: "Bronze…women."
A badger's grin: "Iron…kings."

Tell me…
From Emperor to Nymph, what makes you worthy to be at my side?

Dark power flares…

The swallow's coldness: "I am the Most Intelligent."
The echidna's firmness: "I am the Most Powerful."
The bat's insanity: "I am the Most Beautiful."
The sorcerer's glee: "I am the Most Illustrious."

Tell me…
From Emperor to follower, from battalions to fleets,
What will you do to earn a place in my Empire…?

Evil spires…

You will kill. You will maim.

Four wings flourish…

You will pillage. You will rape.

A roar echoes across the firmaments.

You will perish. You will despair.

Laughter plays in a sinister chorus.

How many of you must I sacrifice?