To the citizens of Sapience,

For too long, war has scarred the open sky. The Atavian hosts have clashed without reprieve against the devil-sworn, the firmament torn by wing and blade beneath my command. Too many lives broken, their bodies scattered among drifting feathers and ash. The air itself bears the weight of every blow struck and every life spent.

I am Queen Clytemnestra, and I speak now to end that spiral. By my authority, I proclaim a ceasefire between the Atavians of the sky and the devil-sworn. Wings shall lower, blades shall rest, and the heavens shall know stillness once more. Let this halt stand as law across all reaches of the firmament, observed without delay or defiance, until the Skylord Himself calls us to another fate.

Let this proclamation bring peace and prosperity to all during Logosmas.



Penned by my hand on the 21st of Miraman, in the year 993 AF.