[they cannot hope to stand against your full might, but residing within this vessel hinders you somewhat, and they fight with such strength-- there is no choice, then, but to draw upon the shades of your brethren to join you. you willingly impale yourself to free yourself from the vessel that stifles you, bringing your full power to bear, and yet-
and yet, they do not die. the light grows faint within them, but somehow their cursed blessing shines through, the blessing of the light which split the world. you curse hydaelyn, and those who first brought her into existence to stand against your own god, the god who saved your world. the god half your people died to summon and the god who will bring them back, if you can only make him whole-- if you only offer up the malformed souls of these remnant worlds in exchange.
with the strength of that light do they wear you down, but they have no power over you.
and so you call upon everything you have left. you will not yield, not when you bear the burden of all these souls upon your own-- for them, you must fight until you cannot go any further. for them you cannot stop unless they make you. and while they try to restrain you with their light, while they impale you with the only form of crystal that can destroy your very soul... still you fight. still you are intent upon swallowing them in darkness.
you break free, and you let the darkness swell, and swell. within it, a light glimmers, but you do not stop. it will not stop you-- you have only to strike their hero down.
there is only darkness, until that light shines brighter, and brighter, and pierces--
... your darkness fades.
beneath the renewed daylight, you feel your very self begin to fade, too; despite all your power, despite everything you could do, this is the end. you feel the pull of your soul toward the underworld, the lifestream, where it will now belong to the world... a world which, by rights, will now belong to them. your story, you can see, has reached its end, and your soul is released from your god's sway. you no longer wish to fight; you are tired, in a way you have not been before, and you are dissipating, beginning from the hole cut right through your very self.
you face this new version of your old friend one more time. with a soul such as that...
you entrust your legacy to him. his legacy, though he does not fully know himself. remember us. remember that we once lived; remember yourself, you silently hope, though... it seems he is much like he ever was, at the core of his soul.
he nods, and as you begin to truly fade, you manage a smile.
you remember what you committed unto his crystal, containing your memories of his station. he was not meant to have one, but you created it anyway, not telling the other two unsundered. he deserved this much. you remember--
herein I commit the chronicle of the traveler. shepherd to the stars in the dark. though the world be sundered and our souls set adrift, where you walk, my dearest friend, fate shall surely follow.
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and yet, they do not die. the light grows faint within them, but somehow their cursed blessing shines through, the blessing of the light which split the world. you curse hydaelyn, and those who first brought her into existence to stand against your own god, the god who saved your world. the god half your people died to summon and the god who will bring them back, if you
can only make him whole-- if you only offer up the malformed souls of these remnant worlds in exchange.
with the strength of that light do they wear you down, but they have no power over you.
and so you call upon everything you have left. you will not yield, not when you bear the burden of all these souls upon your own-- for them, you must fight until you cannot go any further. for them you cannot stop unless they make you. and while they try to restrain you with their light, while they impale you with the only form of crystal that can destroy your very soul... still you fight. still you are intent upon swallowing them in darkness.
you break free, and you let the darkness swell, and swell. within it, a light glimmers, but you do not stop. it will not stop you-- you have only to strike their hero down.
there is only darkness, until that light shines brighter, and brighter, and pierces--
... your darkness fades.
beneath the renewed daylight, you feel your very self begin to fade, too; despite all your power, despite everything you could do, this is the end. you feel the pull of your soul toward the underworld, the lifestream, where it will now belong to the world... a world which, by rights, will now belong to them. your story, you can see, has reached its end, and your soul is released from your god's sway. you no longer wish to fight; you are tired, in a way you have not been before, and you are dissipating, beginning from the hole cut right through your very self.
you face this new version of your old friend one more time. with a soul such as that...
you entrust your legacy to him. his legacy, though he does not fully know himself. remember us. remember that we once lived; remember yourself, you silently hope, though... it seems he is much like he ever was, at the core of his soul.
he nods, and as you begin to truly fade, you manage a smile.
you remember what you committed unto his crystal, containing your memories of his station. he was not meant to have one, but you created it anyway, not telling the other two unsundered. he deserved this much. you remember--
herein I commit the chronicle of the traveler. shepherd to the stars in the dark. though the world be sundered and our souls set adrift, where you walk, my dearest friend, fate shall surely follow.
that is the last thing you recall.]