As always —
To perceive the man's fury,
One must do so seven thousand paces away.

The Kremnos he guards
Is once again shrouded by mist.
Rust, blood, and fire
Are the ceremonial ode to the demigod.

There is no one to witness or to give cheers of glory,
The final Kremnos Festival goes on without end.

The victor shall embrace death and silence,
And his glory
Will only be remembered by the defeated array.