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Песня: Cry Havoc for Glory, And the Annihilation of the Titans of Chaos (Chapter 7)
[The Antediluvian Oracle:]
Behold glorious Hyperborea, gleaming jewel of the north; an eon-veiled kingdom forever steeped in ancient legendary and the renown of its martial splendour... but of late, an ill wind whispers malignly through its opulent labyrinth of marbled citadels...

[Altarus:]
And so, it ends.
You have learned much, young Xerxes.
Your training is nigh on complete.
The years which you have spent here at the Praxeum have been difficult ones, but the reward of elucidation you have gained far outweighs the hardship you have endured.
Many lessons have you learned, not least of which is that knowledge is never without its price, my neophyte.

[Xerxes:]
Yes, master Altarus.
I have heeded your tutelage well, and your wisdom has been a great balm to me during the many trials I have undergone.
I can now command the Mists of the Oracle, and the Great Eye of the Universe opens at my bidding.
And yet, before I am placed before the final scrutiny of the Elders, I ask that I be allowed to gaze into the sidereal vista once more, to witness the final outcome of that great struggle which has so captivated me during my studies at the Praxeum.

[Altarus:]
Ah yes... the epic conflict between the Dark Liege of Chaos and the royal Scion of proud Hyperborea.
Very well, my young apprentice.
Command the starscape to divulge its mysteries... look deep into the fathomless mists, and the ruinous carnage of A'zura-Kai shall once again be arrayed before thine curious gaze.
Aye Xerxes, thrice you have summoned the besieged and benighted vista of Hyperborea... now pay heed, for the final battle is at hand!

[Chapter 7: The Last Stand Against Chaos]

[Altarus:]
And a crimson sun rose slowly over the Field of Blood... and such were the corpse-mounds of the dead that they aspired to touch that ireful orb.
Slithering shadows nuzzled the massed bodies of the slain, as the King rallied the survivors of the battle against Chaos to one final act of defiance...

[Lord Angsaar:]
Impertinent mortal wormcast!
Do you truly aspire to prevail against me?
I am the Bane of the Atlantean Kings, the Scourge of Lemuria, Arch-Foe of the Immortals of Ultima Thule!
Long before man hurled himself squamously from the primordial ooze, I waged war with gods and thwarted eternity!

[Altarus:]
Lord Angsaar, the Dark Liege of Chaos, was poised on the brink of ultimate victory.
By insidious manipulation, he had carefully drawn the forces of Hyperborea to battle at the Shrine of A'zura-Kai, pitting his legions of ravening wraiths against the stalwart forces of the Hyperborean Empire, and during the fray his agents of evil had seized the Ninth Crystal of Mera from the grasp of the King.
With the cosmic energies of the Shrine magnifying the empyreal power of the Ninth Crystal, Angsaar triumphantly performed the arcane rite that would sunder the sorcerous fetters which had hitherto kept his physical incarnation confined within the ancient Chamber of Slumber.
Summoning the interdimensional portal which the mystic power of the Shrine allied with the sorceries of the Crystal could generate, Angsaar channelled his fiendish presence from his darksome prison directly to the death-gorged Field of Blood.
Thus was the spell of confinement woven countless aeons ago by Angsaar's immortal nemesis broken, and on that fateful day the dread Chaos-Liege strode the world of mortal men once more.
The King, flanked by the few valiant survivors of the ruinous Wraith-onslaught, stood defiant before the withering glare of Chaos...

[Lord Angsaar:]
Ah, great King of Hyperborea!
My mystic shackles are at last broken... I am free once more!
Your army is lost, your realm is mine... it shall be blessed with the honour of being the first to fall before my renewed onslaught!
Bow to me in obeisance!

[The King:]
Never!
For too long your diseased machinations have hung like a black pall over glorious Hyperborea... you have invaded my very dreams and sown the virulent seeds of base treachery within my court.
It ends here, arch-fiend!

[Lord Angsaar:]
Feh! Yield to me, throw down your sword!
Obey and I promise that your death shall be swift, if not entirely devoid of suffering!

[The King:]
I defy you!

[Lord Angsaar:]
Hyperborea shall fall!
Your court shall become the heart of my new imperium!
Your people shall become my lackeys, bearing the glorious burden of my sovereignty with sweet praise upon their lips!

[The King:]
I shall always defy you!

[Lord Angsaar:]
Then your pain shall etch a new legend of suffering in the benighted obelisks of the Outer Darkness, and not even that cursed blade of adamantine black steel shall preserve thee!
Die!

[The King:]
So, the final battle begins!
Into the fray we ride!
For the eternal glory of Hyperborea!

[Altarus:]
And the Chaos-Liege summoned the remnants of his cackling wraith-horde, commanding the unholy brood to once more hurl itself like a black tide against the now bloodied but still razor edged steel of the grim survivors of Hyperborea.
With the enchantments of the Ninth Crystal still crackling in the air about the Shrine, the incorporeal frames of the wraiths were once more transmogrified into squamous pseudo-flesh, and thus vulnerable to the biting blades of the King's depleted war-host.
Rallying his forces once more, the Royal Scion of Hyperborea clove into the massed hordes of nethermost horror, his ensorcelled ebon blade hewing five-score left and five-score right, leaving a viscous and noxious trail of sundered fiends in his wake.
The Arch-Wraith of Lord Angsaar, that same bestial horror which had smitten the King and seized the Crystal of Mera from his gauntleted fist, swooped screaming from the crimson sky in a bid to extinguish the life-force of the Hyperborean monarch, but the benighted blade of the King was swifter, and with a flash of noisome green light and smoke, the Arch-Wraith's head rolled to the blood-slaked earth, its leering countenance forever frozen in a grotesque parody of un-death.
And once more, like a purifying storm of righteous fury the heroes of Hyperborea dealt steel-cold and martial discipline unto the baying hounds of Chaos.

[Xerxes:]
And yet I perceive that the wraith-horde's number was being ever bolstered by the sorceries of the reborn Chaos-Liege... for every keening horror hacked down by a Hyperborean blade, three more were summoned from the Outer Darkness by the machinations of Angsaar.
Even the courage and the grim determination of the King's valiant force could not hope to prevail against such an overwhelming foe.
But the last, best hope still remained, clutched tightly within the King's fist!
The Shadow-Sword!

[Altarus:]
Your perceptions are clear, young Xerxes.
The life-essence of Angsaar's arch-foe was still encased within the stygian sword following their last cataclysmic encounter many aeons past, and that yard of fearsome black steel spoke once more to the King in the same long dead tongue it had burned upon his mind deep within the Mountains of the Dead.
One hope remained to defeat Angsaar, but it would carry with it a most terrible price for the King.

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[Оракул допотопной эпохи:]
Узрите восхитительную Гиперборею, сияющую жемчужину севера; сокрытое эонами царство, веками овеянное древними легендами и славящееся своим боевым великолепием... Но с недавних пор недобрый ветер зловеще шепчет в роскошном лабиринте мраморных цитаделей...

[Алтарус:]
И вот мы подошли к завершению.
Ты многое постиг, юный Ксеркс.
Твоё обучение почти окончено.
Трудными были годы, проведённые здесь, в Праксеуме, но награда за знания, что ты постиг, значительно превосходит тяготы, что тебе пришлось выдержать...... [открыть перевод]

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