Chapter 2: Prophecy
When silence reigns and stars grow dim,
When gods grow frail and light grows thin,
His blood will stir, his kin will rise,
With shadowed blade and ageless eyes.
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From fractured time and shattered glass,
Will walk the heir of what once was.
The Timeless Assassin's whispered breath,
Will break the chains of godless death.
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No banners raised, no armies sworn,
He'll walk alone where light is torn.
Yet empires vast will bow and break,
As heavens tremble, as kingdoms quake.
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No throne shall stand, no crown remain,
When his descendant walks again.
For gods will weep, and time will break,
When vengeance stirs and heavens quake.