The Empire of
The Two Lights
The Prophecy of the End of Days
The Hidden rEcord of the Black Vault
Recorded in the earliest surviving scrolls of the First Age, attributed to an unnamed scribe of the early world, this entry is believed to be one of the oldest preserved accounts of the fate of creation. Though its meanings have been debated, reframed, and claimed by many faiths across the Empire, the words themselves remain unchanged.
It is said that this prophecy was not written as revelation, but as remembrance.
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The Scroll of the Final Light
In the days when the world was still young and the echoes of the First Strike had not yet faded, it was written that the light which birthed the world would not burn forever unchanged.
For all things that are struck must one day fracture.
And all flames, no matter how divine, must one day be tested.
It is recorded that there shall come a time when the heavens themselves will shift, and the lights cast from the First Blade will gather once more—not as scattered embers, but as living vessels.
Seven shall rise beneath the same sky.
Seven lights, born not of chance, but of design.
They shall walk as mortals, yet carry within them the weight of the First Fire.
They shall not know themselves fully.
But the world shall know them.
For where they tread, the balance of all things shall tremble.
Some shall see them as the return of the original flame—fragments of the divine made flesh, sent to measure what has become of the world that was forged in fire.
Others shall name them something else entirely:
Not origin.
But culmination.
For it is written that their coming does not begin the ending—
It reveals it.
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The Fracturing of the Balance
In the same breath, the scribe warns that the world does not end in a single moment, but in the unraveling of what holds it together.
The sky shall not fall at once.
The earth shall not break in a single strike.
Instead, the boundaries that define existence shall begin to weaken.
The balance between flame and veil, between light and shadow, between growth and stillness, shall strain under a weight unseen.
The sun shall falter—not in its rising, but in its return.
The dawn shall hesitate—not in its coming, but in its mercy.
The night shall no longer hold its shape.
The forge shall lose its voice.
The forests shall cease their breath.
The seas shall no longer conceal.
The stars shall forget their pattern.
Each failing not as catastrophe alone, but as absence.
For what once defined the world will not be destroyed—
It will simply… cease.
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The Signs of the Ending
The scribe speaks then of signs—not as certainties, but as echoes of imbalance.
A day when the light above does not move, and the sky remains fixed in an unchanging state.
A world where the transition between moments no longer occurs, where beginnings and endings lose their distinction.
A time when the structures that hold reality—whether forged, rooted, written, or veiled—lose their purpose.
In such a time, the world does not burn, nor freeze, nor collapse.
It becomes still.
And in that stillness, it becomes fragile.
For a world that no longer changes is a world that can no longer resist.
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The Closing of the World
In its final passages, the prophecy speaks not of destruction, but of conclusion.
It is written that there may come a moment when the heavens grow empty, when the lights that once marked the sky vanish one by one, and no new light takes their place.
When this happens, the world will no longer be observed.
No longer recorded.
No longer remembered.
And in that moment, the act of creation itself shall reach its final line.
The flame that was struck from the void shall not be extinguished—
It shall be withdrawn.
Returned to the source from which it came.
And the world, having been forged, shaped, and endured—
Shall be unmade not through violence,
But through completion.
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The Final Line
The scroll ends without signature, without seal, and without certainty.
Only a single line remains, etched deeper than the rest:
“When the light is no longer seen, ask not where it has gone—
but whether it was ever meant to remain.”
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