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Before even the ashes have had time to grow cold in the ruins of Viritas, the last few open bastions of the Fel now purged, the Vicar-General puts out a statement. 

The time is finally upon us. Long has the Imperfect enjoyed the relative safety of their hidden domain, but no longer. Meranthe no longer sits on the backfoot, waiting for his next move. This time?

We set the pace. We start the dance.

They think nothing of humanity. We will show them our ability to seize our fates with our own two hands. The die is cast, and what lies ahead will be of our own choosing.

The Vicar-General maintains her oaths to Eloise Elaide.
The Goldlight Order will drag Varrach down from his throne.