Ah yes, a rather unimpressive post with the usual tossing of aggrandized pronouns upon the ground like someone's loincloth that has yet to be washed appropriately. It'd be more entertaining of a read if there were something new, creative, original, and different in the new era than that, but here we are. Responding to posts at large to Sapience is not my style, but I think I'll step outside of my routine and state this simply:

The work of the Apostles, relentless in our mission to cleanse your thirsty witches of your misdeeds upon us, is an unstoppable force. The deed is done and sealed, as I stated before, but then again, sometimes you have to repeat it to some of the savages several times before they can comprehend it the first two times. It was with great pleasure to watch you all remain gathered, figuring out what to do, yet you are powerless to do so as you offered yourselves to strengthen the seal upon the earth further, desecrated. Your energy is better spent alongside a campfire, holding hands around a tree, screaming nonsense about life eternal, this and life eternal that. Oh, and the obligatory pronoun slinging, let's remind again.

On a realistic note, your efforts to rid the Earthen are overreaching, and I am pleased that it'll likely not come to pass. I am undeterred from desecrating your forests with each step I take, making my way down to wherever and back homebound. In finality, I shall leave you with a tiny snippet on one of the chapters of the Apocalyptia to contemplate as such:

Glory to the unforgiving earth!
May Azvosh gird the depths of our resolve and stoke the heat of our fervour.
Glory to the unspoiled earth!
May impurity be scoured from the sacred lands and laid to dust amongst the shifting sands.
Glory to the perfection of earth!
And may we never know peace.

~Architect Ysondron~

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 25th of Lexadian, in the year 12 AC.