The circle drawn, the primordial sun rises. Weak at first, it grows brighter with each
sacrifice. Each soul lost to the void becomes immortalized in Helios. Then the soldiers of oblivion are called forth. They are anomalies. Each time they are lost to the void, they re-emerge, unscathed. Willing sacrifices to the homunculi of this world, they defy reason. Again and again they are restored from oblivion, standing beside that which they were sacrificed to create. They are creators, passing through dark gates in the hopes of forming the ultimate power. The knowledge that flows to them from the void is limitless. There is no fear. They stand against the most oppressive forces, immortal to the mere strong. Though the dark text may seal them to the void, their quarry is completed when the golden one rises, wielding the full power and knowledge of oblivion. It is only when the circle is broken that the limits of this world are restored. Of course, that which is finite must, eventually, die.
-- G.M. De Eiza (c. 1000 B.C.)
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