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Opening
I have reached the place where the world first cracked — the Sundering that split the single light into colors and dark.
That wound never healed: from it seeps the Echo of the Sundering, repeating the instant of the tear again and again. Every step here is against the current of time.
Ending
The Echo fell silent — and for a moment the Sundering showed me the light as it was before the division.
From the wound steps a fury in a warrior's shape: Taiven, Wrath of the Grove. "I was born in that very instant of the tear. Let me return the blow."
The wound is behind me. Beyond it is the one who cut himself apart to become me.






