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\ \ \/ / / / Sir Benedicto Silverain
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"And they looked upon the sun as it rose in strength, and their hearts were made clear, for in its light was the memory of purpose and the promise of deliverance."

Enorian has summoned the sun.

Through the sacred Dawn's Promise and the unity of Spirit and Flame, we have scorched shadow from Arurer Haven. We have not merely lit a beacon - we have carved daylight into stone, sanctified by Sol Eos.

This is not the end. It is only the first sunrise of a new day.

We seek no permission. We need no acceptance. What was done in the Haven will be done again - wherever darkness lingers, wherever tyranny thrives, wherever Chaos festers.

The Age of Dawn is coming.

You may call it zealotry. You may call it provocation. You may whisper behind your walls. But do not say you were not warned. Every flame we kindle burns with purpose. Every act of purification furthers the promise of Dawn.

The night is not your shield. The dawn is coming, and it will burn away all darkness.

Inar aal-Inra imn aal-Inuriyyan!

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 14th of Slyphian, in the year 11 AC.