[center][h2][color=7ea7d8][i]Altim[/i][/color][/h2]
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[color=7ea7d8]T H E[/color]   [i]L I G H T[/i]   [color=7ea7d8]O F   L I G H T S   E M A N A T E S   F R O M   W I S D O M[/color]
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	The dread roar rang through Kolantis with a wicked echo. Louder. Louder, [i]louder[/i], and louder still. The controlled hectic of the city underwent an unsettling transformation; the living city became the funeral hearse in the procession of life. An ominous cloud of black smoked across the capital of Ansus, and the prospitious people who offered their hearts to the pride of their land took cover in the face of the dying of the light. The gods had fallen, darkness had won. The fate that Ansur fought to avert had followed mankind away from its ancestral home; that breed of anathema had consumed the gods and now thirsted for man's blood. The dark holocaust marched through the streets from the darkest nooks and crannies of the great city, and the demonic wrecked their havoc upon the innocent.

	As Ansur and Altim were arriving in the city, the light was quickly succumbing to the great chaos. Neither anticipated the immediacy of the fate that befell humanity in that moment. Disconcerted and distraught by the sight, the son of Faerthus paused on the edge of the city, just beyond its gate, and he halted Ansur. The stench of blood reeked even outside Kolantis. The musician, who united the West with his bare hands, had yet to witness anything, any evil of this caliber. [color=7ea7d8]"Ansur, I am frightened. This land, which you and I and many others struggled to create, is threatened,"[/color] Altim stated. [color=7ea7d8]"But in this time of darkness, we create our own light. What great source of power may I draw from to restore my power to its former glory and create that light, Forefather?"[/color]