In a different age, when the West was still a mote in a Norn's eye, the fate of the world hinged on one battle. The year of this combat is etched into our fate. This poem tells how the West began, and what this fate revealed.
In a different age, when the West was still a mote in a Norn's eye, the fate of the world hinged on one battle. The year of this combat is etched into our fate. This poem tells how the West began, and what this fate revealed.