A harsh sentence has been proclaimed, written, and executed on the poor sinners.
At such times every man's soul prays silently for its quiet place of rest,
rest that will not come to those who have walked the darker paths.
As the Divine Darcubis enters the realms of Shazira, All his sins rise up before him,
waves of writhing darkness, screaming souls testifying against his sins.
But, oh! What is a mere mortal death compared to the everlasting torment of his dark and poisoned soul?!
Be merciful now to him who has offended, so that he also may find mercy in the end of days!