When the link of Fire is threatened,

The bell tolls,

Unearthing the old Lords of Cinder from their graves.

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The Lords will abandon their thrones.

And the Unkindled will rise. Nameless, accursed undead, unfit even to be cinder.

And so it is, that Ash seeketh Embers.

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Let these souls, withdrawn from their vessels,

Manifestations of disparity, elucidated by fire...

...Burrow deep within me,

Retreating to a darkness beyond the reach of flame.

Let them assume a new master,

Inhabiting ash, casting themselves upon new forms.

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