Gigarg has our brothers and sisters running around like headless chickens, forging massive plates of iron and Deldrimor steel for his own armor. He's getting on better than expected with the Flame Legion, already looking down on us like things to be bossed around. Has he forgotten who we are? How we suffered? Or does his heart beat with a newfound thirst for power over others? He and Vostya thrive, while many of us are left to clean up the messes left behind by their failed experiments.