Bhalaeron and the Nepharite known as Syler [cough-ripoff!-cough] looked upon the recently assembled forces. “Your troopsss,” Bhalaeron hissed, “they are strangely uniform for screaming legionnaires. Usually the wear whatever they can find on the battlefield.”
Syler scrubbed his claws together greedily, “Yesss. I had them dipped in a Dark Symmetric lye to burn away their last vestiges of sanity. Still, just as there is madness in chaos, there is even greater madness in order! The humans have forgotten this lesson.”
“Yesss,” Bhaleron agreed, “that is why we burned their histories first when the Dark Soul emerged. What of our willing pawn, the Major? Will you bless him with madness as well?”
“No, he serves Demnoginis, his sister Illian. Then he shall find his reward.”