"We are at war with whole other universes. Prophecies from some ancient design are coming to a head, and remain unknown to our means, save one. Other than this, we are on our own."
More than ever before. Ever since the Oni departed, going through all these cosmic matters had required a great deal of both analysis of materials once held secret and untold efforts of yet unseen labours.*
"It's clear that the gods have abandoned us, and any that were there in the beginning like the Remnant, Sakin, and Asha'rah will hardly have any designs but their own. Reshaping the universe to fit their desires was the start of this whole thing, now they want to draw six others into it."
Apparently Auroc had been writing about it for years, seeing fit to chronicle the last thoughts of a degenerate mind before he went mad in his own attempts to create a perfect race that would grant him the power to shield him from this.
"If there had been any good to come out of their legacy, it would be the spark of Creation held by those ascended to the station of Guardian. Evangeline took her duty to serve her people, Maiz is much the same, and it remains that we have an enemy in kind who we have made only a fractured effort to confront."
One they'd seen little of until just now.
"Sakin has been slowly hunting them down and preying on them Creation energy cultivated, consumed and stored. Unbeknownst to him, however, I've come close to finding his lair, the drifting planet the Forsworn World, but it's not enough. I'll need the aid of Maiz and other Guardians. Alone, they are scores of other Fifes in the making. Should they pool their efforts, however, that will be key to finally finding the Fallen Angel and slaying him where he dwells."