Chapter 2: Prophecy

When silence reigns and stars grow dim,

When gods grow frail and light grows thin,

His blood will stir, his kin will rise,

With shadowed blade and ageless eyes.

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From fractured time and shattered glass,

Will walk the heir of what once was.

The Timeless Assassin's whispered breath,

Will break the chains of godless death.

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No banners raised, no armies sworn,

He'll walk alone where light is torn.

Yet empires vast will bow and break,

As heavens tremble, as kingdoms quake.

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No throne shall stand, no crown remain,

When his descendant walks again.

For gods will weep, and time will break,

When vengeance stirs and heavens quake.