The heavens trembled as the gods faced one another,
Light and shadow clashed in an unending battle,
Bal'met, the Worldreaver, roared in fiery dominance,
Yet even amidst destruction, resilience endured.

The primordial forces of earth, water, fire, and air united,
The protectors of the world advanced with shining blades,
Their voices rang out, unwavering and resolute,
"We are the guardians, the arbiters of destiny!"

Their wounds were deep, blood flowed like endless rivers,
The gods' laments echoed like a mournful hymn,
But within despair, determination reignited,
They fought on, even when victory seemed distant.

As the sky shattered into radiant fragments,
Bal'met faltered and was ultimately defeated,
The gods stood united, their triumph etched in the horizon,
And the cosmos bore witness to the end of an eternal struggle.



Penned by my hand on the 12th of Sarapin, in the year 965 AF.