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The Keeper of the Ninth Shard: So cold are the spaces between the stars...
For blackened suns are the only legacy of worlds long dead.
Zurra: The key word of Transcendence!
The key word of Transference!
I shall liberate the rightful owners of the Lexicon...
the true rulers of the cosmos!
X'atham-ry'aa! Tha'zai-tonn!
Darker than a score of hells, Wherein astral horrors dwell,
Macrocosmic realms aflame... Prey of fiends that have no name!
X'atham-ry'aa! Tha'zai-tonn!
Darker than a score of hells... Where astral horrors sublime dwell,
Macrocosmic realms aflame... Bow to the gods that have no name!
The Keeper of the Ninth Shard: So cold, at the heart of a frozen star...
Stay thy hand and thy tongue, slave of the Outer Darkness....
Surely you are not foolhardy enough to dare awaken the dire titans of Z'xulth!
Zurra: Hidden within the blazing core of this sun is that which I seek, old one.
Do not seek to thwart me,
lest the horrors of oblivion be a balm to your time-addled mind.
Behold the cosmic codex! The tome of the astral abyss!
The Keeper of the Ninth Shard: Such diabolical evil...
sublime macrocosmic malevolence!
Zurra: Fear is the power... Terror is the key!
X'atham-ry'aa... Tha'zai-tonn!
I am replete with sovereign mastery!
The portals to the Outer Darkness yawn wide once more!
They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo are free!
Kur'oc! Gul-Kor! I have won... bow, yield, kneel! Darken the sun...
Narra, Gorra, Kaasha! I arise... bow, yield, kneel! Parhelion dies...
Narra, Gorra, Kaasha! I can taste the sweet ichors of omni potency upon my lips...