The hatred of those who strayed from the true path festered and bloomed in the dark corners of the Avernakis to which they had been cast. Consumed by this hatred, they poisoned all they touched, bringing death, darkness and despair. The souls of their victims knew no peace, until the Ori came and whispered to them: “Sleep, for the end draws near!” And on that day all will rejoice, when the Ori come and lay them low.