He turned his attention back to the man. "My kind yes, they do have many weaknesses. None of which I share I can assure you. They weakened themselves through stupidity, craving power they could not obtain. Trying to give the gift I gave them to others is what weakened them. They are pathetic."
His voice was filled of the old world. He'd seen hundreds of battles, taken part in many of his own. But then his people, his beloved children thought to make their race larger, started turning others. It sufficed to weaken the blood line and soon the ones they created outnumbered his children and slaughtered them. That was when he went into his sleep, when it became hopeless and he could stomach no more.