I am the Worm your God, the Flesh of Hope. Our compact is done: you are Oryx Eternal. And we are bound to you, as close as your appetites, as your loves or needs, as the weapon in your fists and the word in your throat. We've had enough of this dismal place, haven't you? The worm grants you power over your flesh, Oryx. When you've taken the king morph, what will your adult name be?