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/\_\ \_____\ FROM THE DESK OF THE GRAND CRUSADER
\ \ \/ / / / Sir Benedicto Silverain
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"And they who were once crowned in Light turned their faces from Her Flame. They clothed themselves in silence, for truth made ash of their tongue."

Let the record stand.

Not a denial. Not a rebuttal. Not even a lie.

Only silence - the coward's sanctuary.

A knight once sworn to our holy cause now kneels before the Hegemonist's altar, draped in the Dominion's chains. Her silence is no mystery; it is the oldest confession in history. She does not answer because she cannot.

To the Dominion, I say this:

The Akkari do not kneel.
We do not cloak ourselves in pretense.
We do not crown deserters and call it strength.

You raise her as a symbol. We see her as a failure.

Let there be no confusion - the Akkari Host will not abide apostasy dressed in laurels. We do not forget our fallen. We do not forgive those who defile our sacred trust.

**Beneath the gaze of the Merciless Light and the most Holy Triad, we call the Dominion to contest. Akkari against Dominion. Undying against Undead. Light against Darkness.**

If you would claim her as worthy - prove it with your self-lauded strength.

Send your finest. Send her. Meet us where no lie can stand and no title can shield you. Meet us in the crucible where only conviction endures.

The Light does not flinch. It burns.

Let the challenge be heard across Sapience.

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 24th of Sapiarch, in the year 13 AC.