A vision flashed before me like lighting, and in it I saw a great and wicked thing, a thing which grieved The Bronze. Seething with righteous anger, I made my way to the place of judgement, traversing land and sea until I came to the shores of Karamja.
As I walked the sands, nature was in a violent upheval, for the trees shook in the winds, fruit fell out of season, and all life which had the means to escape did so in a frenzy. Yet my own inner agitation was at its full, so that I could not be brought to perturbation by those things which happened without. My mouth welled with prophetic fire in anticipation of judgement. After the time of an hour, I reached the darkness.
Behold:
The figure of a beast hovering in spirit above the docks. He, with his devilishly red skin, five eyes, six arms, and eleven horns, sat with legs crossed upon the air. A vile fluid profused from his eyes and mouth running down and off the entire length of his body. It was a steady stream that blew in the wind, tainting everything below. There was an inscription written upon his left hand which read “Dock Gang”. His eyes glossed with an intense stare. His lips cracked:
“I eat the flesh of man and fish alike. I wouldst that thou join me in the feast…Or else, fear me…”
I stood in silence, gazing upon his corruption, grieved that mankind had provoked his existence. I could contain my wrath no more. I opened mouth as if to speak, and out spewed the flames of prophecy that I had kept for his condemnation. The beast was enveloped in volcanic heat. He writhed like a mortally wounded snake, letting out a sore and abominable scream. He was utterly consumed. Snow fell upon his ashes. Peace and balance was restored.
The demon would not rise again.