Who will win?
The fanatical followers of the Aeon of Erudition,
Or the audacious plots of the monarch playing against heaven?

The AtaviSearch Forest's monkey creatures,
The steel soldiers reviving the emperor,
That Theoros's visage of arrogance —
On her chessboard, all faded to null.

“In the name of Amphoreus,
I will grant freedom to blind faith.”

The monarch stood before the inorganic throne,
Driving the Scepter into the emperor's vacant gaze.
Even the gods beyond the sky shall crumble like the Titans,
As she swears to seize the glory of conquering the stars.

C

C

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C