This is an age of ruin —
The Chrysos War ignites once more,
While Zagreus's taunts ripple through the city streets.

This is also an age of splendor —
Three hundred thieves spring forth from Dolos,
Each scheming to conceal the truth from prying eyes,
Robbing the rich to give succor to the poor.

“Every one of them deceives gods and men alike, righteous and valiant.”
The Flame-Chase journey has been cut short midway,
Yet the girl pounds her chest at the Goldweaver, not afraid.

“The Coreflame of 'Trickery' is near!
If now isn't the time to risk it all, then when?”