Believers of Breughelland, turn towards the sun and rejoice, for the final, glorious ascension is upon us. In my first days as your prophet, I had grand visions of a Righteous Path, paved with pure thoughts and perfect actions. I walked that path with my faithful apostles behind me, and my steadfast priests behind them, and with you—my dearly devoted—spilling out behind us, a river longer than the mighty Lüdda of pilgrims seeking perfection.
Our whole journey long, we have sung together of the sunrise of the perfect day: a day when light would conquer darkness, life would conquer death, and we the chosen would usher in an Age of Possibility, where the souls of the damned would fall away from this world like scales from its eyes.
This is the hour we have prayed for so long. This is the hour of our greatest triumph.
You have walked with me through the deepest darkness. You have knelt before me in grief, as I wept for the evil that men like these commit. You know as well as I do that our greatest trials have always come at the hands of those unfit for the Path we walk: the degenerates and the demons, those who fall away from the Righteous Path and those weak-hearted enough to follow them like sheep.
But despite all their treachery—they have not won, not even a single battle. They have not gained upon us, not even an inch. Look upon my apostles in their radiance and might. Look upon my Isis, who sits beside me even as they would have separated her from me. Look upon me, followers. See my visage and know I am unbeaten, unbowed, precisely as the prophecies ever foretold. Look upon me and know I am your judge, your king, your prophet... nay, know that I am your God.
And I have not merely broken my own chains to mortality, not only snatched my beloved bride from the jaws of death, not only uplifted my apostles to surround me as a convocation of angels. Just as I have always promised, I have brought the fruits of my labor to you. Behold! I have captured Death's Final Breath. Look upon her grey face in the coffin; see how weak she is as she slumbers and wastes away. Where once she was a tyrant in a dark and directionless world, she now lies weak beneath my grasp. By the time the last of you leave these chambers, Death will be no more.
There is one final step on the Righteous Path, my beloved believers. Compared to every hurdle we have faced together, it is no more than a twig laid upon the road. But the forces of sin and darkness have gathered at our doorstep, determined to bar our way. They will use dark magic against us. They may cause us to appear fearsome. They may blaspheme against the Righteous Path with their spells and swords.
This, then, is your final test. I ask you to believe not your eyes, but your hearts. I ask you to give everything you have on this plane to fight the rising tide of evil upon our shores. The Righteous Path was never easy. It was never a path to be walked by the weak. Only you, my dear warriors, are strong enough to ascend beside me.
Fight with ruthlessness and righteous fury those who bar your way on these final steps. Know that their blows cannot harm you, will never harm you. Your bodies are merely the vehicles with which you've traveled this righteous path beside me. Your souls will ascend, in the end, to everlasting glory. Go forth, and let it be so.
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