The Younger Mahjarrat recounted hastily his troubled sleep and the vision it had brought:
"Amidst a void of otherwise godless desolation, there stood -- unscathed, the banner."
He explained,
"The Vexillum which read simply; Obbywarriors."
"That name..." the Elder Mahjarrat recalls "...Has not been spoken in these lands for many ages."
He wasn't wrong, but he wasn't right either. It had been spoken on the midnight cold sweats of those who would usurp their throne. It had been spoken every time the blood of an Avatar was shed, dying to be reborn; and endless cycle. And on the dying lips of an age long past: that name remains.
"What should we do now?" the Younger begged.
"What
can
we do?" The Elder replied.
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