WARNING! The following page contains spoilers for the lore of Worlds Adrift
They come from beyond Imhorta's mountain. They stream through the valleys like a metal disease onto the ice. And the ice is breaking.
Imhorta's daughters tread on slush, or nothing at all. They cry at night. The machines are too lound. They care only for guzzling. Imhorta bleeds from the wounds they make, blood runs from the gash in her leg. We can do nothing for her, and she says to us;
"My children, I am not immortal. Like you, I must one day die. I cannon say if that time is close, but it could be. I am afraid, just as you are. Take comfort. If we must to to the spirit world, I shall take you with me."