I believe in the power of the man’s heart. Although full of frailties and uncertainties, I still believe that, deep inside, there lies true power—the courage, wisdom and, most of all, humility in knowing that not in every time the heart triumphs. That in knowing its limitations, it comes to know itself, its true identity, its destiny…
I had seen it once, and today, I believe that I shall see it once again… when the race of man decided that despite all that has happened—the adversities, maladies and ill-fortune it had caused—it would, once again, decide to stand up for what it believes is right and fight for the ones he loves… that at the end of the day, after all the chaos it had caused, there lies the power to restore what it has destroyed, undone what it has done and heal what it has broken…
I believe that one day, that heart would come to the kingdom of Eola… and on that day, I shall stand by the peak of Mt. Ferimore and play the niubeleom, the golden niubeleom to fill that valor heart with pleasure and warmth…
One day I shall see him, son of man, with the heart that would free this land from hatred and anguish it is to suffer…
And on that day, I shall bow to him…
Incantation CXIX, Book of the Risen
The Great Wizard of Rouche
