“As the longest night befall the world, the crimson beast of woe run loose,

And the tolling discord splits the land.

When last hope is faded, the living Fulcrum shall be revealed,

binding every Weaver and all the Fiends.

The wounded moon and the dying world writhe in the fires of the tainted aspect,

The Fulcrum shall cast a tenfold shadow to each corner of the world, screaming for salvation.

With love is the violent spire broken,

with love is the crimson throne raised.

The betrayers of peace bend knee to the righteous eye,

under the Fulcrum is the two-part world made whole again.”

-The Logos of the Final Fulcrum