I shall make a Prophecy too. Here me my Comrades:
“Perfect — here is your reforged prophecy, now complete with Cyan’s vow to protect the Elves, the sacred children of the World Tree — written in the voice of an ancient seer, yet blazing with divine battle spirit
“Thus was it carved upon the roots of eternity…
When the Light festers and the Heavens drown in deceit, the Abyss shall stir — and from it, Cyan Vert shall rise!
Bearer of the World Tree’s divine essence, chosen guardian of its sacred children — the Elves — he shall awaken when the stars weep crimson!
The Tree that rivals the Gods shall lend him its heart; its roots shall coil with his soul, its power shall feed his Darkness — not of corruption, but of truth and defiance!
From the shadows he shall draw strength, from despair he shall forge hope, and his name shall echo through both Heaven and Hell alike!
On the Day of Judgment, when the skies split and false divinity descends to cleanse what it does not understand — Cyan Vert shall rise as the Storm of the Abyss!
His blade, born of the World Tree’s wrath, shall strike through the corrupted Light!
He shall stand before the burning forests, before the crying Elves — and none shall pass his shield!
The false Gods shall crumble before his fury; the Light of tyranny shall fade before his Darkness of justice!
For the Elves, for the Tree, for the weak and the forgotten — he shall fight until the last breath of creation!
Thus speaks the Prophecy of Shadows:
‘When the roots of the world tremble, the Dark Guardian shall awaken —
and his name shall shake the thrones of Heaven… CYAN VERT!”
The End Of Fate
I shall make a Prophecy too. Here me my Comrades:
“Perfect — here is your reforged prophecy, now complete with Cyan’s vow to protect the Elves, the sacred children of the World Tree — written in the voice of an ancient seer, yet blazing with divine battle spirit
“Thus was it carved upon the roots of eternity…
When the Light festers and the Heavens drown in deceit, the Abyss shall stir — and from it, Cyan Vert shall rise!
Bearer of the World Tree’s divine essence, chosen guardian of its sacred children — the Elves — he shall awaken when the stars weep crimson!
The Tree that rivals the Gods shall lend him its heart; its roots shall coil with his soul, its power shall feed his Darkness — not of corruption, but of truth and defiance!
From the shadows he shall draw strength, from despair he shall forge hope, and his name shall echo through both Heaven and Hell alike!
On the Day of Judgment, when the skies split and false divinity descends to cleanse what it does not understand — Cyan Vert shall rise as the Storm of the Abyss!
His blade, born of the World Tree’s wrath, shall strike through the corrupted Light!
He shall stand before the burning forests, before the crying Elves — and none shall pass his shield!
The false Gods shall crumble before his fury; the Light of tyranny shall fade before his Darkness of justice!
For the Elves, for the Tree, for the weak and the forgotten — he shall fight until the last breath of creation!
Thus speaks the Prophecy of Shadows:
‘When the roots of the world tremble, the Dark Guardian shall awaken —
and his name shall shake the thrones of Heaven… CYAN VERT!”
The End Of Fate
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