The seas of red,
Where new legends are to be told,
The dawn of a new hero,
In a land where peace was sold.
Golden ichor of long past,
Do your best to make it last,
The Olympians reawakened,
Is this our final task?
Fire the furnace that burns still,
Even if you have to inherit its will,
Will you be the one to save it?
Only for those with true skill.
The sword of time pierces all,
Brace yourself for it’s fall,
An ancient beast,
Like the ones who cull.
Those who sow the wind,
Will reap the whirlwind,
As the storm brews,
The sky shrinks.
Take your last sights,
Of this World of Magic,
The Odyssey will begin,
Something more tragic.