May the Lightless drown in the violence of His devotion.

The Baleful Gem's corruption lingers still...

The might of the Eternal Empire was formidable,
but rebels of every culture stood together as one.

The Sacred Hunt ends with mercy.

Heads fall to the sand, just as the star fell from the sky

"You killed their Golden Sekhema. The Maraketh will think of nothing
but vengeance now." - Dimos, Advisor to General Titucius

"In the hands of Orbala, it made a god bleed."
- Wranga, tale-woman of the Wahida akhara

Born in a star of man's own make,
fused to her hand by her last mistake.

The spear was specially forged to assassinate Voll,
but Maligaro never got a chance to use it...

"My people? I'm not doing this for them.
They belong to me. They want this for me.
Their sacrifice is a gift they give out of love
and adoration... I deserve it. I am their Queen."