Epilogue Letra

must depart.
There may be a time where our paths cross again, but for
now, you must only listen, and heed.
There is...
still hope.
There are a few that remain.
A few who can still bring order to the chaos, light to dark,
turn despair into glory.
The elder wizards once knew of the prophecies.
They are inscribed in riddles and serpent tongue, in the
ancient and forgotten tomes in the deepest of the arcane
libraries of Winterreach.
I have seen them with my own eyes!
I tried to decipher the ancient conundrums and incantations,
I tried so hard!
But for every secret that was unravelled before my eyes, two
more stood at my doorstep.
For what seemed like aeons I worked relentlessly.
I was at the brink of madness many a time, and almost
succumbed to the arcane forces unleashed.
One day, I finally found myself on the verge of unfolding
monumental mysteries, when, when they...
And now, they have abolished me!
The Arcane Tribunal deemed my studies.
wretched and vile!
Curse them!
Let the wrath of the Netherrealm be upon their creaking
bones!
I have not devoted my life to mundane sorcery to please
cowards and weaklings!
We must proceed with what has begun.
The wheels of fate are already spinning, and we cannot bide
any longer.
We are on our own, and splendour shall follow in our wake.
So now, hearken.
Ever since the Order of the Seven Flames perished, and the
Dragon Fathers forgathered in the Gharad Mountains; they
are, albeit mighty beyond mortal comprehension, the only
thing that now stands in the way of the brooding calamity in
Khrond, and the only solace to the people of the Twilight
Kingdoms.
A bleak comfort indeed.
The life force in the Glades of Lithôe are already
dwindling, and the octarine luster in the Forest of Destiny
is waning.
I have beheld it, and I have felt it.
It will soon be upon us.
The prophecies however, spoke of the crystal bearers.
Chosen heroes of starlight, born for the glory of the
Kingdoms.
The guardians of man, elf and dwarf, and the protectors of
the realms.
They shall rise when times are dire, and come bearing arcane
light and the wrath of dragons.
One hero shall arise from every kingdom, and with him, a
celestial crystal echoing his name.
They are the Twilight Force.
They remain nameless throughout the grimoires and tomes, and
none speak of their whereabouts or origin.
I have searched far and wide, over mountains and seas,
through the voids of magicka and the voices of time, and
finally, I now know.
I have seen their visions, and I have felt their presence.
One is a wood elf.
A swift and cunning woodland ranger with his heart I the
trees and his spirit on the seas.
Another is the one rightful heir to the Emerald Throne.
A gallant and mighty warrior on his path to his destiny.
A boy at mind, and a true king at heart.
The third is a venerable forest whisperer, a mystic
herbalist with the gift of beast speech.
The fourth is a half-elf of clandestine nature.
With an obsidian will and a silent mind, he is the shadow
death.
The fifth is an enigma indeed.
I had trouble discerning its life force through my visions.
And I was transfixed by the power of its spirit.
I felt surges of malicious contempt, as well as waves of
cosmic insight and primordial wisdom.
A truly intriguing being of eldritch descent.
And, my friend… I, unbeknownst to me until the last full
moon, is the last crystal bearer.
That is why I now, in the eleventh hours, come to you.
I must seek out the bearers, and the crystals must be
unearthed.
And you, must in return fulfil your oaths.
The Knights of Twilight's Might must gather and rise.