"Through He we shall do valiantly: for He it is that shall tread down our enemies."

With another turn of the vault, another season of the combat rankings ends, and many again have fallen to my blade. I write to give due thanks unto my Master and to again beckon those who would seek Strength to journey west unto His city.

Through Suffering, I grow. Through Oppression, I do His will. My voice sings with the power of daemons, and my blade cuts with the Strength of my Lord.

May all who seek Strength find it beneath His merciless blade, when they have cast off the shackles of weakness and knelt before the heel of Oppression.

"Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD."

In service,

Xinna
Dread Legate
Minister of Security

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Miraman, in the year 673 AF.