Prologue
At twilight's edge, where gods and men collide,
The Ruler of Ruin fades, swallowed by the tide.
Crimson fumes rise, a veil of fate they weave,
Promising power, yet with loss they cleave.
A soul may rise, or in shadows, fall-
For the truth wears many faces, seen different by all.


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