Woorden:
Emperor Ix Equilibrium

Icaros, I dare you. For I possess the wings of faith. Though, heavy on my shoulders. No measurement can prove their weight. Still, a burden are they not

Ever behind me. Rise a shadow taller than I. Yet, with a certain resemblance. How many times do I have to contemplate my own reflection. And say: I have

The land was created, in the name of the chosen, and the waves thrown, for men to see the one who made men to be. Prevailed from the source of Icon E.

Reason. This demigod, unto which you cluster. Sacrilege. You sacrifive the purity of the air beneath your wings. A slow and painful ritual to burn the