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O Saint, to whom was tasked to bury this dying world. Bring back to us a fledgling grown into a falcon true, who has the wherewithal to carry the mantle of the Pantheon higher than we ever could.
We were fools, unaware of the journey we would have to set you on. If we had known this unkindness was even possible, we would have made you stronger: armed you with skin of stone, with greater tusks than the ones snapping after you.
All we have is the Divine Fireβ the last candlelight for this worldβs vigil. Let nothing smother it; use it to light the forge in your heart. Shape weapons from across the kingdoms to fend off the hordes, and when they crash against you, fashion armour so you may crash back. Like a comet from the stars, let your fury be as blustering and bright as you can muster.
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