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Opening
Here there are no colors, no dark, no name — only the one who was before all: the First Grey.
He lifts my face to his. "I am the shadow you severed to become light. Return me — and we will be whole again."
I know this lie. So the Void and Chromat lied in his voice. I step into the grey that is older than I am.
Ending
I did not let him devour me — nor did I sever him again. For the first time I looked my shadow in the eye and held.
From the quieted grey rises an ancient guardian: Aelon, Bulwark of the First Source. "You neither rejected the shadow nor yielded to it. So you are ready for what comes."
The First Grey drew back — but did not fall. He waits where the grey will part into every color at once. The Spectrum calls. The last battle lies ahead. End of the fourth campaign.






