Here in the castle of the crystal, skeksis took control. Now the Skeksis gather at the sacred chamber where the crystal hangs above a shaft of air and fire. The Skeksis with their harsh and twisted bodies, their harsh and twisted wills, for a thousand years they have ruled. Yet now there are only ten. A dying race, ruled by a dying Emperor, imprisoned themselves in a dying land. Today once more they gather at the crystal as the first sons climbs to its peak. For this is the way of the Skeksis, as they ravish the land, so do they learn to draw new life from the sun. Today once more they will replenish themselves. treat death again to the power of their sources. Their treasure. Their fate.
