From within devastated lands comes the empire of ice. Upheaved by the addled glow rises the scourge of holiness. The rulers of petrified caves they call themselves and they are so many! The new dawn comes and the sun succumbs to the blistering cold. Behold the vastness of its scalding rays scorching the souls of thine! Lo! Those are the idle ones only seen in the otioseness of their fate. So Mote It Be!
