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ANY BEING ACROSS THIS WORLD WOULD FEAR, would believe, would sing the songs of the prophets … but The Oracle had been glorified on a far different scope since the beginning.
As the only living being who had witnessed the Age of the Empyreal Gods, The Oracle could speak for the future … He could speak for the deities … He could speak for the inevitable truth …
Everyone feared him … and only a fool would not.
Emperor Sargan the Sunborne had claimed himself as no fool.
At last, the future of his empire would unfold after all the years of searching for the ancient speaker, the guardian, the divine messenger.
He had ordered his men to escort The Oracle into his palace … and there, he saw the revelation …
“Behold, Great Emperor …” The Oracle raised his dark staff, a ruby gem gleaming brightly at its end. The darkness of the throne room flashed, painting the walls, floor, and ceilings with blood-red illumination. “Set upon the Red Empire is the unstoppable destiny of the two demigods … two children … two hearts.”
The Emperor stormed his eyebrows as he tried to understand what it meant. He was only waiting for a name … the name of someone he feared … the person from his dreams every night who repeatedly took all away from him his power … his empire … and his life.
“The forbidden love between the Sun God and the Ice Goddess continues … the Son of the Fire is gold, and the Daughter of the Frost is born … On the coming of the Red Dawn, ice will unite with fire … Frost will symphonize with Flame … And a new empire shall rise.”
Emperor Sargan felt a twitch in his muscles.
‘The daughter of the frost is born …’
If there was truly someone destined to end him and his empire … he would use everything in his power to go against this destiny … and kill that person beforehand … even if that person was yet to be born … he would kill the mother with this … ‘Chosen One’ in her womb …
The Oracle pointed his red-shining staff at the Emperor and shouted, “Mark my words, Great One … Hear the screech of the dragons … Listen to the war song of finality … Believe what you see, I warn you … For you cannot prevent their claim … you cannot stop the symphony of frost and flame …”
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