"Blessed are thou who endure Life's flame, for only through ash can they ascend."
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Throughout this modern world you experience, a world of logic and faith, of problem and solution, of artificial life and true nature, of light and darkness, there have always existed forces that walk the line between, as much as they lean to any particular side.
While there are many, who hold many names and many faces across many belief systems and truths, the one we talk about now is the one caught in glimpses. In flashes, in scattered and silent stories and tales believed to be merely folklore.
Unfortunately, they are not.
This is the story of a coalition so hidden, they remain in plain sight. They reside in the spaces between beats of a heart, in the final breath before Death. Within the fraying string that holds a hanging stone sword, and within the victim who lays weary beneath. In illusion, in truth.
These things... these beings, have existed throughout time. Throughout worlds, empires, wars and peace. Some to aid, some to warn, all to carry and impose the weights of ages.
They're called Saints— Agios.
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"Blessed is destruction, for only then can something new sprout."
