Leon's mystical eyes scanned those words once again.
Those were not the only things he had learned by these scriptures of theirs, as there was one important thing which was mentioned again and again—many times in a single book—and not one book failed to mention it.
A prophecy.
A prophecy was mentioned again and again.
A faint musty scent clung to the yellowed pages, their rough edges scratching at his fingertips each time he turned a page beneath the dim, sunless light.
The context of the prophecy... rather than the context, he read it once again.
"When the veiled darkness consumes the Era anew,"
"The buried sins of the forgotten shall stir."
"A Rise shall answer a Clash,"
"And the Ruins of the Forgotten will emerge from shadow."
"In those forsaken remnants, legends once lost shall awaken and be recalled."
"Illusions shall yield to the truths of the past."
"Only then shall the Almighty return, descending upon the world once more."
