Chapter 2: Prophecy


    When silence reigns and stars grow dim,


    When gods grow frail and light grows thin,


    His blood will stir, his kin will rise,


    With shadowed blade and ageless eyes.


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    From fractured time and shattered glass,


    As heavens tremble, as kingdoms quake.


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    No throne shall stand, no crown remain,


    When his descendant walks again.


    For gods will weep, and time will break,


    When vengeance stirs and heavens quake.@@@@