World-Remaking Deliverer

The night fog of Oronyx entwines with laurel branches,
as the hero of deliverance descends from beyond the sky into the Abyss of Fate, alongside a black box.

{F#She}{M#He} came in response to the prophecy, yet in those times the priests feared to speak of what lay beyond the sky.
"Do not speak loudly of the sky, for the suspicious Aquila never hesitates to castigate with Daythunder."
Hearing this, the confident Deliverer replied in fury:
"O diviner of calamities, you never considered that even the gods should fear punishment from the children of humanity."

Upon the city walls, the Deliverer witnessed the rosy dawn rising on the horizon,
"First comes Nikador, who wields Strife,
I pray they bring me glory, not madness."
The Deliverer pulled back {F#her}{M#his} hood and hurled a spear,
its swift shadow like a lone wolf in early spring, charging through the streets of Castrum Kremnos.

"In the name of Mnestia! If destiny's threads are broken, I shall weave a new chapter."
The Mad King's roar echoed from afar, his spear heralding departure before his steps.
"My Chrysos Heir companions await me on this journey, I must set forth."

Janus's priests looked at the Deliverer's fluttering gray hair and cheered loudly,
rejoicing like withered plants bestowed with nourishment.