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Песня: Cry Havoc for Glory, And the Annihilation of the Titans of Chaos (Chapter 8)
[Chapter 8: The Return Of The Immortal]

[The Echoes of the Immortal:]
Hearken, noble King of Hyperborea.
Long ago, before life evolved from the boiling oceans of the primordial sphere, I waged furious and slaughterous battle with the Chaos-Liege over the possession of the sacred Crystals of Mera, shards of such incredible sorcerous potency that even the Empyreal Lexicon itself was no greater a prize.
Although I succeeded in smiting the dark one and imprisoning him within his Chamber of Slumber, I was hammered to the brink of dissolution by the abominations of Chaos, and I thus transferred my life-essence into my Sword, that same blade which you now hold in your grasp.
I committed my fading energies to concealing the blade from the sight of man until such time as it would once more be needed to bring to bear against Chaos... aye, until such time as Angsaar reawakened.
It was I who guided you to the mountainous resting place of the blade when my arch-foe marked you as central protagonist in his scheme to recover the Prime Crystal, o' King of the North.
To utterly destroy the Dark Liege of Chaos, you must join your essence with mine... we must fuse our life-forces and become one so that my full power may be unleashed against Angsaar once more.
But this final deed demands the most severe of tolls, o' noble monarch...
To become as one with the immortal essence of the Shadow-Sword is to sacrifice forever your own mortality, and to forsake eternally the world of man.
Are you prepared to pay this price, King of Hyperborea?

[The King:]
To preserve the sovereignty of my realm and safeguard my people from the forces of darkness?
Aye! For my kingship demands no less a commitment!
So be it... let this final deed be done!

[The Warriors of Hyperborea:]
Imperius Rex!

[Lord Angsaar:]
What futile gesture is this?
Curse you, manling!
Can you not accept the inevitability of your defeat?

[The King:]
Begone, servitor of Chaos!
Your nemesis awaits thee!
Return to the Outer Darkness!

[Lord Angsaar:]
You fool! You cannot comprehend your actions!
I offered you sweet oblivion, and instead you have chosen tortuous damnation!

[The King:]
I would sooner suffer damnation a thousand times than bend the knee to Chaos!

[Altarus:]
And a great stillness descended over the Field of Blood.
Grimly, slowly, the King held aloft the Shadow-Sword and spoke those baleful words of power which had been forever branded indelibly upon his soul.
Writhing tendrils of night-dark, coruscating energy lanced from the surface of the blade, entwining the King in a pulsating chrysalis of searing sorcerous power.
His eyes shone deep crimson with an illuminatory radiance not born of this world, and forces which had lain dormant since before the fall of the Third Moon stirred at last from their aeons-old slumber...

[Lord Angsaar:]
No... my eternal nemesis, you will not thwart me!
Abominations rise!
Destroy these mortals who vex me as the buzzing of gnats vexes a titan!
Drag their impudent souls to the abyss!

[The Warriors of Hyperborea:]
Havoc is the cry! Come, fiends of the nether-void... face righteous pattern-welded death!

[Lord Angsaar:]
Praise Chaos! By the crystal heart of Mera I shall stand deified!

[The Warriors of Hyperborea:]
Glory eternal! For our King and sacred Hyperborea!

[The King:]
Noble warriors of Hyperborea... I salute your steadfast courage.
This will be my final command to you.
Now come... follow your King into battle one last time.
Into the fray we ride... For the eternal glory of Hyperborea!

[Lord Angsaar:]
The circle closes... you cannot resist the unparalleled might of Chaos and the exquisite majesty of the Z'xulth!
I shall unleash all the terrors of the Outer Darkness against thee!
Behold the true extent of my power...
My flesh is a shrine wherein all demons dwell!
Va'an Zurra, Ultaar Maaloth, Amaal-pha-gus, Me'zaa maalech!
Va'an Zurra, Ultaar Maaloth, Amaal-pha-gus, Angsaar Z'xulth!

[The Warriors of Hyperborea:]
Stand fast!
Cry havoc for glory and the annihilation of the titans of Chaos!
The glory of battle is nigh at last!
We fight to the last man!

[The King:]
By all the gods of Hyperborea... a legacy shall be wrought by our blades... our legend shall live forever!
Hear me, Angsaar!
My humanity fades... my mortality dissipates as does the darkness before the glimmering kiss of the dawn!
Let us finish it...
Let this be our final battle!

[Altarus:]
And thus was etched into the eternal codex of the heavens the immortal legend of the Hyperborean Empire.

[Xerxes:]
But master Altarus... what was the outcome of the final clash?
What effect did the power of the Immortal have upon the King?
Did he ultimately defeat Angsaar and the horrors spawned from the Outer Darkness?

[Altarus:]
Alas Xerxes, no one knows the final outcome of the battle.
Even the Great Eye of the Universe and the Mists of the Oracle are unable to ascertain the fate of the King and his army on that fate-steeped dawn.
So much unparalleled and polarized arcane power was unleashed upon the Field of Blood at that instant that it has forever obscured the oracular vista and shielded the truth from the eyes of even the most talented and presentient master of the Praxeum.
Today, Hyperborea is but a memory, a glorious legend which rests forever within the same fathomless shark-haunted grave as do mythic Lemuria and fabled Atlantis..

[Xerxes:]
I shall make it a priority to ascertain the truth, master.
I vow I shall channel all the skills I have learned here at the Praxeum into discovering the final fate of the King of Hyperborea!

[Altarus:]
And I believe that you may well succeed, my young apprentice.
But whatever the case, one thing is certain.
As long as legends endure in the cosmos and the deeds of heroes are celebrated in the annals of eternity, none who gaze in awe beyond the mists and are blessed to behold it shall ever forget the splendour of a thousand swords gleaming beneath the blazon of the Hyperborean Empire.

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Никакой пощады во имя славы и уничтожения титанов Хаоса (Глава 8)

[Глава 8: Возвращение Бессмертного]

[Эхо Бессмертного:]
Внемли, доблестный правитель Гипербореи.
Давным-давно, ещё до того, как жизнь зародилась из кипящих океанов первородной сферы, я яростно и неистово сражался с Владыкой Хаоса за обладание священными Кристаллами Мера, осколками столь невообразимой магической мощи, что даже Заоблачный Лексикон не был столь желанной наградой.
Несмотря на то, что мне удалось сразить злодея и заточить его в Обители Сна, я оказался на грани распада из-за воздействия омерзительного Хаоса, поэтому я перенёс свою жизненную сущность в Меч, в тот самый клинок, который ты сейчас сжимаешь в руках.
Я направил всю свою угасающую силу на сокрытие клинка от людского взора до тех пор, пока он вновь не понадобится в битве с Хаосом...да, пока Ангсаар не пробудится.
Я был тем, кто привёл тебя к горе, где покоился клинок, когда мой заклятый враг обозначил тебя центральной фигурой в своём замысле по возвращению Высшего Кристалла, Король Севера...... [открыть перевод]

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