Mid-flight, a tendril of fog wraps around the airbone Ring-Spirit, and a gentle whisper speaks in his ear.

"You have done well, my child. I need you now more than ever. Spread the will of the Fog. Let those who oppose you feel your wrath."

A gentle breeze picks up underneath the Ring-Spirit's wings, allowing him to fly faster for a few moments. Tendrils of comforting fog brush through his feathered hair.

"Take my power, and use it well. Let us see what more you can do."