Shaken.

We are the Broken, the Few, the Damned. We are the dust under your feet and the shimmering stars above your head.

We are the fallen birds with broken wings. We are the fists of vengeance that pummel. We are the forces of nature that buffet and raze. We are the swirling clouds that block the sun and rain justice down upon mankind.

We are the channelers of life and dispellers of death.

We are the relinquished spirits whose requiems were lost in the dark.
We are the bolts of energy crackling from the sky and the soft glow of the moon in the blackened evening.

We are the conjurers of dreams and obliterators of oblivion.

We are the Ruinous, and we are back for retribution.