In this moment, things have begun to get dangerous once again. Though it seems, ever since the arrival of Fates here in this place, every passing moment is a dangerous one, a critical one – one that could in which see us all meet our ends at the blink of an eye. For now, however, war is afoot – war much greater than what I have struggled within in the past, no, this is much different. This feels…so much worse. This time around, my heart is calling out to me, yelling out to me like it has never done before. I am now all stirred up inside, caught in a panik, stomach turning – and mind blurring. For my heart now warns me of what lies ahead, for the fight that awaits us is certain to dictate this lands future, this lands fait, the war that awaits us marks a new turning point – an inability to turn back. 

For ages, I have left my armor behind me, I have left my violent tendencies at the bottom of the sea, I have sought to become a mercenary for the light and nothing more, however no matter the life I contrived, some higher forces have proven to have other plans. For what I am now is nothing than a dream that’s crumbling at the seams – one in which that was never fully birthed. What awaits us onward will surely make it’s imprint across this place, ridding anything that seeks to stand in it’s way, paving a path for a new future, paving a world for itself only, seeking to claim a newer advent as it’s.

The weapons that my heart know are held by these coming forces, are weapons that will shake us to our very core, weapons that will ensure us that we will never be the same again, weapons that will make us all think twice before engaging in this conflict that grows seemingly more and more inevitable with every passing hour. Unlike before, I know much more clearly when something is surely futile, when a certain Fate is surely set in stone, when there is no longer any time to take a step back. That moment is now, and now I march onward, with the very fleeting strength and breath that I have left.