And so, as the mountain began to shift, and smoke, and rumble, and roar,
did the Lord of the Suns see the plight of the mortals who chose to
stand upon it, to be closer to the rays of 'Ab, angering the very rock
that was forced to be shaded away from that glorious light.

Bringing His power to bear, did He bring Ki into the sky, its rays able
to cut through the dense smoke and grit in the air, its charteuse color
causing mortals to flee the mountain, and so were they saved.

Mortals of Aetherius, so do I bring you a message of Ki. It is the Sun
of Impending Doom, the Lord's final warning. It was formed by my Lord's
generous desire to protect mortal life from the ignorance of their
choices. It is His wish that it cut through the smoke of your reckless
ambitions, revealing to you the very danger you place yourself and
those amongst you in.

My Lord has spoken, and he has given you all the choice to be saved,
and to save your friends and family. He asks only that you kneel to Him
and give Him your praises and tribute of service.

You can choose to be saved, or you can choose to be part of the disease
that plagues His work. You can either accept the Lord's Fire into your
heart as your protection and inspiration, or you can accept it upon
your body as you are cleansed from this world.

This is the Will of the Lord of the Seven Suns, who blesses all mortals
with warmth, light, and life. What need to mortals have of magick? The
answer is none. But mortals do need the Lord's Suns to survive this
war-torn world.

I shall pray for your souls.

Draven Acerbus
Incinerate


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Ultio, in the year 562 AD.