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A dark bolt of lightning streaks across the sky.
The first demigod arrived at the mountain peaks, listening to the counsel of destiny.
The final meteor pierced through Evernight, becoming the sword that defies calamity.
At that time, they were still waiting:
Or perhaps a chess piece biding its time,
An after echo of a wave,
A hem of a skirt not yet sewn,
A gold coin with different faces on each side.
Or a butterfly perched on a branch,
A paradoxical retort,
A gentle warm ray of light,
A migrating lion,
An unnamed sword.
...
The Chrysos Heir who opens the "path,"
Your soul shall be sundered by divergent paths
— But dawn will arrive.
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