Reflect, indeed, on the events that have come to pass in this preceding Dance of the Vault, Siduri Azagnanna, but spare the West the high-handed, profoundly ignorant prevarications of a sunken city.

Remember well and remember again - perhaps this time would do the trick - that eventual victory over the Worldreaver was not wrought merely by They whom you call the Bloodsworn divines. You seek to veil your selfish agenda, but your piteous attempt to tarnish memories of the War by tainting the truth bespeaks of desperation borne entirely of utter conceitedness.

You call for Sapience to rally under the banner of Light and Fire, yet you fail to truly grasp the real purpose of the Bloodsworn within the Pantheon; They were but mere tools then, serving as conduits through which the Garden could act. The ideals They put forth now are pathetic and weak and as such, the play at power illustrated by those who would represent Them is akin to children toying with complex politics: amusing at best.

Note carefully, for were it not for the fact that the Sword of Dunamis was eventually returned by Lord Babel, or that Bal'met was forcibly imprisoned upon the fields of Nishnatoba by Master Sartan and Lady Keresis - however perilous a decision that was - what you indirectly name as a victory for the Light would not have come to pass.

The music that Good's marching band attempts to play here is a screeching mess of foul, discordant notes. It is a puerile thought to even consider your words to be more than they are: the incessant mewlings of a deviant who strives to dream and speak beyond the scope of their understanding.

His Eternally,
Tyrannus Ruth Yuridja-Keyte

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Sarapin, in the year 644 AF.