Chapitre 1: Prologue
The sky hung blood red
Over that field of the dead
A titan had fallen darkness consumed
The light came next as the soldiers swooned
A lone benevolent God sat above
In his throne of stars, he sent down a dove
This offering was rejected
And by his creation, he was neglected
So he cursed his spawn
light returned and a new day dawned
From this scourge, children of light were born
Wrapped in the sins of that day left to mourn
~Erling the conqueror 7th King of Obsidius
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