For it is written in the Apocalyptia:

All shall bear witness to truth ineffable: the strong prevail, and the weak are remade by the earth.

For without strength, we are nothing. Without war, we are nothing. Without earth, we are nothing.

May we be harrowed unto eternity through battle unending.

I don't expect some no name congregation flopper to understand their faith, but Ivoln's children should. They made the choice to sit back, watch and take it. They accepted the peace of defeat over the glory of battle and war. Our hunt was concluded and blasphemous blood was spilt to appease the spirits. Never again will we work with the wretched and desperate.

Until the Inevitable End.


Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 4th of Slyphian, in the year 510 MA.