You needn't fear the purple mist anymore; it's not the source of the crisis. Tell Master Dofin to relax. Don't worry about the person behind all of this, either. I have my own ways of making him pay.
Be compassionate to these poor people and help free them from the curse. We must release them from their terrible burden, Chichirame said sincerely.
Please deliver my research results on the mutated creatures to the sage for me. He dwells somewhere within the purple mist.
Oh, ye sinners that have lost your way, lay down the shackles in your heart and follow the requiem out of the darkness... The sage waved his hands as he chanted in a low, calm voice.
How can the world be so cruel?