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"Under the pulverizing hammer of the longest sun, in an arid land of former majesty, the heavens will wage a war as gods lament in wicked voices. At the zenith of the assault there will be two born to a flame-haired peasant's daughter: a raven and a dove. With them will return the lords of the Old Ones, their roaming souls housed once again. The fate of the world will be balanced on the fulcrum of the two, for when arrives the End of Days, one will rise while the other falls."
- prophesied by Raysten Chirad, 183 AE