Without a drop spilled,
The sunshine was brighter, The Charter signed.
The air was warmer, The Chaptermasters standing side by side.
The shadows grew shorter, as The Lion's Adherents stood together at the precipice of darkness.
The Silverblade watching overhead, as their quest lay complete.
A warmth overcame Almaris, as all untainted descendants felt a warmth, charity, and grace. A familiar feeling to some, foreign to most; Aengulic presence providing a sobering feeling unlike any other. From the heart, was there a light which made each day but a bit brighter.
The Dark and Twisted of Almaris, those current and former who walk along the gloom paths felt an uncertainty. A wracking anxiety which brought a deep-rooted regret and sadness. A fleeting moment of atonement, as the warmth brought with it a certain threat.
With each Chapter brought into the fold, with the arms of The Caretaker and The Stag, with the heart of Courage - There was unity true. A deep, cacophonous voice rumbled throughout the mountains, valleys, and hills of Almaris as The Silverblade spoke.
"Your time is limited, Son of Dragur."