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Opening
The First Grey has fallen — and the world drew a breath of color. Crimson woke first: it was always the closest to fury.
The Crimson Choir sings again, and now at full voice. It will not give up its color willingly.
Ending
The blaze has settled into steady light. Crimson breathes, but devours no longer.
Swords on the board no longer merely strike — they kindle the skills of those with chaos in their veins. One color is mine. Three remain.






