DEAD.
Blessed are the poor souls lost in the war, purged were their essences from the history of the Crescent with the death of Beck&Hydain, the World Controllers, lost were they to the fabric of time, unbound by the slaying of the Immortal Titan, the Devourer of Worlds, by the Unifier. Utterance of their names is forbidden until their data can be expunged from this acursed place, so far buried in dust and fragments, yet scattered is their beauty. Take them, O God, O Creator, and make them anew, a world in which they may flourish, or fall.