Pɾσʅσɠυҽ
夕暮れと迫り来る雷
Yūgure to semari kuru kaminari
Opacare Tonitrua
Twighlight Upon Looming Thunder
ZαɠɾҽႦαʅ Sαɠα
Where there is too much light, one becomes blind with notions of submissive faith to indulge in blissful delusions that leads to sin. One's reality might just be another's fantasy. Each of us lives, dependent, and bound by our individual knowledge and our awareness. All that is what we call "reality".
You may just find out the sinister deception of your life is grand.
It can make your or it can break you.
This is a countdown until all hell breaks loose that starts with the seventh. For the loss of the divine number is six, as seven minus one becomes the number 6, the number of man without heavenly providence. The fouler's snare is a box of alluring temptations.
As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.
The Gates of Tartaros has paved the gates of hell, although Devils can no longer roam Elentir, by taking control of a human vessel, may they commit sinister acts of sin. Within the cloudy skies that shroud Avalon, lies a cunning Harlot, the Seventh Hellgate before the storm, Zagrebal.
Guildmaster Azuria Rutines is assigned with a divine adventure by King Jellal Pendragon to select spies in preparation against the looming thunder.
For a beloved guild like Fenix Tear whose keen with prized tourism artifacts such as the colossal Rosletta Library, All You Can Eris Diner, A2Z Rutines and Reuel Refinery. Spying on the White Creed is the least of Azuria's worries to sweep under the rug so that no noise can be heard. Word has it that the White Creed and Kulto Kalium Krusade are conspiring to overthrow Pendragon in a time like this.
The Nun, ascended and determined, the recently promoted, Chancellor Elechanel Traumerei aka Elektra, an ally of Fenix Tear can only hope for the best and hopefully a non-aggression solution.
Thank you all, I love the Parliament, I love the Diet, I love Theocracy