XIII, Phase Three: THE BIRTH OF IMMORTAL WEAKNESSES
Oh Human objects of immortal fascination!
Oh terrible flesh of jealousy!
The Eldare are worthy of pity this hour
For Elovanon has come to love with true fervor
The subjects of his Second Creation.
Let us hope pride does not become them as well!
Let us pray the Vengeance follows its course,
Resisting the temptations of the City of Life
And the wiles of the Ten and their King and Queen.
Imaria will find a face for her Light
And Eshemei a weight for the Scales.
Human eyes are closed by the Mirrored Void,
And they rest with the patience due to them.
How long may a human mind not think?
How long can the new human flesh not love?
When there is nothing to look upon
There will be nothing worth our longing.
But in the instant of Revelation, all will change!
Elovanon, Seeker of Power, do you know
What might resides in the Human soul?
Is it entirely unlike the Powers of the Formless?
We cannot trust in this betrayal,
Nor in the Eyes of the Carti.
Should Arfea not know of the coming Doom,
What hope can there be for any Albayain?
Rest, human senses, and dream of sleepless death.
Your father has not prepared you for
The Challenge of the Twelve Brethren.