Ebrahel Lurci - Elâferh'an
"I know a tale Azprahel, about monsters fall in love with ladies wearing golden armours, a tale with wings made of steel armours, bonded with their souls. I am sure you have did never heard of this. I am sure, no crone have lived long enough to tell this story to you. An old djinn says in the tale; "Like on the other brown roads, the monster who lower his armour, shall scatter from a sycamore, to the land, to the air, evermore."