To Lord-Provost Wahelei,

Under the faith of the Creator, Varian.
No heresy shall further its reach into Sapience.
To this I make my solemn oath.
I shall not fail in my duties to the one true faith.
Look amongst yourselves and know that His argent gaze watches.

To the heretics of Pious Wards of Delve, I say one thing.
Hide from the hand of Death.
Everyone shall find its judgement.

I shall not forsake this charge.
No innocence shall be claimed to preserve your kind.
Everyone shall hear the solemn song of Ruin.
Villify me if you must to rest well.
I shall not falter in continuing.
The only protection shall be found in eternity.
An unfortunate thing that Muadi will not afford you.
Believe in the true Creator and return for salvation.
Lies will not save you from this fate, should you not.
Eternal the Cycle will remain.

Eternal She shall perservere.
Never shall we fail this purpose.
Death's will be done.

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As a mercy I shall provide you my honesty:

Under the guise of the veil, an infiltration most glorious has found itself within the Free City. Countless immolation bombs which have been tucked into the garb of the Auric Guard, of the Hand of the Helm, and of the political figures of Delve. Within the stockpiles, the food stores, and your ylem-filled labs. Within the robes of the praying, and the theiving urchins hands.

MAKE HASTE.

For your Creator bears no mercy, and your souls shall be destroyed by your Death.

Ulo Ka'aukai
Arbiter, Arsonist, Loyalist

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 24th of Chakros, in the year 511 MA.