Do you know what it's like to be the last of your kind? Do you know how it feels to carry the cumulative sum of your kind's legacy on your shoulders? Do you know what it's like to face extinction?

You did, once. No longer. You have your "god" to thank for that, don't you?

I know what you really are. A corpse, dragged from the clutches of death, bestowed with powers that defy all logic to fight a war you could never hope to understand. You don't ask questions. Those who did were ostracized and branded as heretics. You just do what you're told. "Go here, kill this thing." That's exactly why you're here, isn't it?

We're a lot like you, you know. We're stubborn things to kill. We live even when our flesh has long since rotted away. We wield a power that transcends mortal comprehension, only we understand what that power is and what we can achieve with it. There's a reason you called us "wish dragons". A reason that struck such fear into your hearts that the only way to conquer it was to destroy us.

I recognize that look. Curiosity. You're not like the others. You're one of the smart ones. You see that your existence is not as black-and-white as you're told to believe. You seek knowledge and understanding, you want to question your reality.

I can give you the answers you seek, oh listener mine. I can teach you many truths you were never supposed to learn. I can show you what you are truly capable of. But as with all things, my knowledge comes at a price...