The Consequences of My Dearest Beliefs

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There is not much else to be seen other than a fiery gaze from the sky upon Aphros, from far away. A response perhaps, or perhaps a warning denoting the challenge's acceptance.

And so I look onwards and see a ghost show at my doorstep. Someone I thought long gone from my life once more rises.

I, Bartomeus Wilkinsonn, last scholar of Jokul's teachings, Grandmaster of Many, and True Giant, accept your challenge. Spiteful as you are, I will battle you and showcase the difference between Divinity and shadow. You are admirable, but your very nature impedes your progress.

It is not I who waged war, and you are foolish to blame me for it. Peace will come through Meranthe, be it by my word or by the hand of those who wish it as well. Aphros is an unfortunate accident which could've been avoided, one that I tried to avoid. Should it not have been for the ones you call allies, it would've been avoided. Many have tested my conviction, and many have failed. I will never lay down and be your stepping stone.

Enarr will guide my fire, Ualdir will give me victory, Nemea will temper my will, Chireus will alight my flame, Athelios will cast his judgement, Aschea her mercy. May Vdali reign disaster upon you, Gala will see this battle through. May Mestra inspire your spirit in battle, and may Caius stave off our end for just a while longer.

Ymir Witnesses us, Shadowborn. But it is I who will shine brighter.

Old Enemy, Old Friend. I will measure how far you have grown, and if you have fallen from the pedestal I had once put you on.

We will meet in war.

Bartholomew Wilkins accepts Ysayl Dul Vique's challenge.
Date: Sunday, 7th of January.