Organizer

  I looked at the single, last remaining being of aether. He was under the purple mottes of Destruction. Clinging to the abyss meant nothing. We should be there but that damn Destruction didn't allow us to be there. I despised the so called "Pillar Of Universe". The one who escaped the system of Aether and Eclipsera. But for the realms to live, Destruction must die. The Flaw has to act and then end. If he cant then none can stop the wave of destruction. We are at a corner waiting for a savior. The Oldest Future is near on the horizon of war.

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  Pomonfa nemlokaykay jelotafa, zamonel pomonfa nemlokaykay dzakaykay.