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Let this black censer burn hotter than a collapsing sun,
and hurl it upon the land, sea, and sky,
that the air become poison, the waters become bitter,
the lands be cursed and barren,
and our foes become nothing but dust.
-War hymn, verse 9-
Impressions of the Waning Void.
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