The Purge

[Sachiko]

"A whisper creeps through the night of Esshar, and every pub and local inn seems to be gossiping about it, reaching all the way from the highest mountains to the lowest parts of Esshar."

I know I'll meet my end one day. Somewhere in the sky above, sitting on a lone star; those I fight, I notice hatred, those I protect, is it truly love? The truth is now being revealed, and the tale is being told. Crying eyes, secret falsehoods, and far too many farewells. How many men have I lost? There are too many to count... and there will be many more. But now it's forever, just like before. But is it any different now? I've shut the door, sorry is only a word, and now the memories will blend.

        

I stand in the middle of this abandoned realm, with the constellation looking over me, ready to purge every last occultist who emerges from concealment and faces the fist of justice.

        

Emerson, surely you can connect to a gleam above the bog, shimmering shaped like someone you love and lost? A calling, a reckoning, a whisper that sounds like, "I love you..." Something along the lines of, "How could you?"

        

Then there's Sting, where I've let you down in days full of sighs and hollow why's. The sapphire ocean calms me, and the chilling mist mingles with my tears. Will o' the wisp drags me deeper and deeper into regret, a swamp of hopeful delusion, or possibly frantic confusion? Muddled, jumbled, coiled dreams that a premature end is not what it appears...

        

Veero Is this the curse you've bestowed upon me? Is this what you meant when you said I'd suffer...

        

Thou shall hide no more.