Message-Comb to Dalvos

Dalvos, your horrible army is a delight to inflict upon my enemies. I especially appreciate that their shrieks of despair continue even as they eat gluttonously, even as they replicate, even when they sleep. Your work is splendid and I shall remain your patron. Your world will be left free for two more of its cycles. In exchange, you will create an army even more wondrous than this. And should you succeed... I may have use of you in my Court. - The Queen