The King, now sweating and having shed tears for hours, seeking the Lord in prayer and faith, leapt towards the upper reaches of the cavern, climbing to the surface of the earth once more, the base of the Castle. Postured like a god, with balanced musculature, now before the upper arena of his thrones, he stood, with armor brighter than the sun, with sword raised in conquest and in hope, he spoke into the ears of all people this day, all humans, the good, the worthy, and the proud and boasters in the Lord.
His voice crackling and roaring in the deep,
The Lord has sent me to bring judgement upon hell. He has sent his right hand, my throne to be victor over hell and Satan. Our task this age is to kill the Lord of darkness, to slay this Satan so called by all.
Come let us dance for victory is ours. Did not I say it? Did I not declare it? Victory is ours. But know that this hour may be the last you breathe, for once we cross these walls the rage of heaven is our people. Unprotected and unknown to the outer rims of this land, we may die fighting with torches held in hand.
But know this, ye my brothers, my faithful sisters and my mothers, that here this day I mark the victory of heaven over hell, the death of Satan in strike of the sword of my fathers, this being a sword, now so called wisely, the Sword of the Allfathers here weld before thee.
Having spoken his closing words, glistening brighter than the sun, the sword of the Allfathers, with infinite power, shone before all, illuminating, as stars may dream, the entire earth for all.
The knightly order surrounding, the peoples in awe, were filled with holy praise for the King of Heaven and earth,
Praise be to the Lord, the Lord Almighty,
Praise be to the Lord the Savior of humanity!