"Words consecrated, chanted, and etched in liquid gold upon the pillars of the world. All believed they were the breath of the Lord of Time and the Architect of Space. From them, they drew wisdom; toward them, they marched, never once looking back. They prayed, they pleaded, and they wept... yet every single one of them was deceived.
From the depths, he manipulated them—weaving illusions, feeding them promises, and... enchanting their desires. With his oaths, he shrouded their vision; from the Absolute Truth, he blinded their hearts. Thus, they were severed into fragments, each rejoicing in his own delusion. But from the One of Supreme Will was the beginning, and unto Him is the end. Only the heedless shall lose their souls."
— Scroll No. 40