The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the sun and moon cannot withhold the news of the second coming. I hear it. And I fear it.

This was a Darkness born of fire.

Light or Death!

Such a distant, forgotten thing, this Light.