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.

Who will win?
The immortal faithfuls of the Aeon of Abundance,
Or the storms dancing between the chessmaster's fingertips?

The pawn slay the birds,
The horses trample the wolves.
The chariot smash the trees,
And the queen severs the head of pestilence.

“In the name of Amphoreus,
I will grant immortality eternal rest.”

The Xianzhou lays forth the ocean's tribute,
Which the monarch grants to her loyal Gladius.
And upon that knight's sorrow-marked visage,
Appears a smile — precious and rare.

Who will win? The raging waves of war from the Aeon of Destruction,
Or the sharp blades of the empress that has never tasted defeat?

Even in the face of the power that swallows the stars,
Neither monarch nor subject faltered.
They would prove their golden blood,
Outshines the lifeblood of the gods themselves.

“In the name of Amphoreus,
I will grant destruction to Destruction.”

The monarch's Coreflame supplants the flames of annihilation,
Soldiers drink deep of the golden blood of The Blemished One.
She has slain the wellspring of tragedy,
Once again usurping destiny's crown.

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