Speak in Blood

After my failed creation, I sought wisdom from the Void, and it told me of this place. There was a voice--strange, yet familiar. It promised a tool for shaping Void and shadow--something that would free me from my failure, but the Void gives nothing freely. We must command it, and violence is this land's mother tongue. Slay the beasts here and bring me their ichor. We'll use it to write our demands.