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.@@@@