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| After long breathless hours, the spiritual leaders of the Aeris Sanctus reached a conclusion for the Ravachol conundrum: while it is a noble goal to strip Vastarian of the psykic pall engulfing it, such a task is not for fallible mortals; it is a task for the omniscient Emperor. Taking matters into their own hands will only cause more ruin. What is needed is faith, faith that He will intervene as breath draws short. |
"O Emperor, whose breath fills the void,
In the thin air of Vastarian, we stand before thee,
Each breath a testament to our faith, each gasp a hymn of devotion.
Grant us strength amidst the winds,
As we face the trials of this smothering world.
May every breath be a communion with thy divine essence,
A reminder of thy eternal presence in the air we breathe.
Guide us, O Emperor, through the turbulent currents of fate,
As we journey to the high-altitude shrines, seeking thy favor.
In the relentless winds, we find thy whispers,
In the scarce air, we find thy challenge.
Bless us with thy grace, O Emperor, as we endure,
For in the struggle for each breath, we find our purpose,
And in our unwavering faith, we find salvation.
In nomine Imperator, amen."
