Mom, Dad...
Your deaths were a crime that should never have happened.
I'll kill all those responsible and beg Nui for forgiveness in the Hereafter.
They told me that pacifying my rage would allow me to feel forgiveness. Nothing but lies. I wanted to smash his mouth in. I couldn't...and it eats me alive.
That day will be forever burned into my memory, but they're already moving on. They don't even come here anymore... I guess they grew tired of cackling over the dead.
These thoughts race through my mind, but no one takes notice. Thinking about how those bastards took you from me... I can only boil with rage.
I won't be stopped. I have to see this through. Forgive me for the blood I will spill.
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(Between the lines, faint drawings resembling stag antlers can be seen.)
May Shatigon guide your voyage.
He watches over your search for the Sacred Gold and your return to the temple.
The Gyldenlord once turned metal into gold through the power granted by Gon, the God of Abundance.
The ruins' gold proves our faith is not in vain and strengthens our reverence for Gon.
The gold you bring will measure our faith. Thus shall the Temple of Gon at Bronze Rock Mountain shine even brighter, and your sacrifice earn divine grace.
In the name of our eternal god, may your return be blessed.
