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“Our only hope now is with each other.”
—Kanvar Singh

Peacebringer, the ceremonial mace of the angel Mehani, was evidently more than just sacred regalia.

Despite the lives, limbs, and reputations lost, claims to the imperial throne persisted until the royal covenant itself failed.

“It seems to use its horns to distract its prey, to catch it before it runs.”
—Cypress

There was a time, long ago, when the glimpse of an angel was considered a good omen.

“Ghoulcallers and skaberen can bicker all they like. Their work is pedestrian, and their medium inferior. It takes real talent to master the art of the soul.”
—Erwick Draum, geistmage adept

“Negotiation! What a farce! Wormwood demands you abandon our research, scarcely hiding her true intent: to kill me regardless.”
—Hyden to Simul

“For centuries, they had no desires but ours. What drives them now? Habit? Mercy? Winding schemes of revenge?”
—Saru, poet

“I follow no laws, no kingdoms, no kings or queens. I make my own destiny.”

In a way, angels need demons. If not for the threat of the Abyss, would humanity sacrifice so much to obey?

Sometimes the law must be discriminating, in order to be refined.

Those that politically opposed the use of wardrones in space exploration found themselves out of jobs, and so the wheels of promotion were set into motion.

Before long, the Dragon's Eye army outnumbered Kinjiru's tenfold.

There is an eerie aura around this fixture, around this creature, in the field. It is not just standing.
They are watching.

A Fellor's scream can be heard above the din of any battle.

The healing of Mious' imbalances through Bahet's destruction reverberates across the land as a sense of strange comfort.

The inn business boomed after the Great War, with many tired heads in desperate need of a good night's sleep.