Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[crackling]
I failed you, goddess.
The great tragedy of a star is to know all things emerge from her,
[gasps]
[grunts]
Selemene, Mene, these are only names. We do not worship names.
[chuckles] Yes.
This is Foulfell.
-How do we kill him? -Let the thunder speak.
I don't understand.
You miscalculated.
Our enemy awaits in the hell of Hells.
You never returned from Leathsham.
Hear me out, okay?
Open the Nightsilver Woods.
Did I discover it?
Not you.
Now, for all your power,
What? Father?
It was an invocation.
[suspenseful music]
No. No, I'm… I'm coming with you.
A son.
Killing you.