Writings of Zarthuzellan
The one they call Uroboruuk makes a mockery of the gods. The Lord Executioner cut at his flesh, but the wounds refused to bleed. His limbs grow back; his skin is impervious to flame.
I believe the time has come for me to descend into that vile place and deal with the heathen myself. We shall see how he reacts to the cleansing flame of the divine.