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“𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲”
That is what the Grand Hunt taught you. The only one you could trust was THEM and yourself. Even your comrades could be the final face you see with a rogue spell pointed at you by the fingertips.
It was a fate all who worshipped the star-kissed hunter willingly placed themselves to. A life of constant blood and strife. Be it spell or blade, your life only matters to THEM if you had slayed the last skull wearer. They who called themselves Titans, descendants of In’spirael the Life Giant. They claimed the very island we stand on is one of HER children whom fallen in the name of life sacrifice eons ago.
The ancients called HIM Titanitos, the skull furred mages thus named themselves as Titans. Their life purpose was to protect life. But nay! They are liars, devils in the skin of lambs. Titans live to be worshipped, witches and demons flocking to them like fools offering them silver and gold to adorn on their person. This is why we, the chosen of the stars, hunt. You must understand this is not done in malice but in duty. The Isles that Boils with rain and sea will know the truth only we know.
“𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁”
Never forget this prayer even if our brothers and sisters lay in their own blood, glyphs etched permanently on their very skin. Even when the last star of the Grand Hunt dims. Not when those that survive lead in groups of varying flags.
Not even when their leader sits on a throne of gold
“𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀”
That is the last you have heard from THEM, the last lesson imparted on you before you willingly clipped your wings and fought hand in hand with the claws of the enemy.
“𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁?”
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“I always forget how fast days go by”
ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ꜱʜɪɴᴇꜱ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴛ?