[That was all it came down to. All anything ever came down to. The world was nothing but a constant power struggle, and it was the strongest who came out on top. Edelgard, damn her, had the advantage in that regard and had for...how long? Years, certainly, but it was hard to keep count when on the run and in hiding. Every bit the wild animal Felix had called him; outnumbered, overpowered, driven back.]
[That was all going to change.]
[A fallen king came to a ruined sanctuary: seeking refuge, chasing shadows of a past colored by the illusion of happiness, but above all else searching for the power he needed to turn the tides and drive that witch's empire to ash. The library had always been free of blasphemous and heretical materials under Seteth's watchful eyes, but perhaps he'd been fallible enough to miss a thing or two. Or so went the fleeting thought, at least--if anywhere would hold answers, it would be what was left of Garreg Mach Monastery. And sure enough, amidst piles of discarded tomes cast aside by a furious hand...was there an ancient ritual discovered. To bind a hero to one's own life force--he'd never held much aptitude in magic like Mercedes and Annette, but what else was there?]
[An intricate circle was drawn on the cracked stone of the Goddess Tower's balcony in blood, and the less said about whose blood it was, the better. Words memorized and spoken, a ritual not like any magic seen or performed in all of Fódlan. (Truthfully, he had no real idea what a Holy Grail even was, neither did he assume six other people would be mad enough to seek out such a lost ritual. It didn't really matter, anyway--not to him.)]
My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the Grail's call, and obey my will and reason, then answer. I hereby swear that I shall be all the good in the world--that I shall defeat all evil in the world. Seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance!
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[That was all it came down to. All anything ever came down to. The world was nothing but a constant power struggle, and it was the strongest who came out on top. Edelgard, damn her, had the advantage in that regard and had for...how long? Years, certainly, but it was hard to keep count when on the run and in hiding. Every bit the wild animal Felix had called him; outnumbered, overpowered, driven back.]
[That was all going to change.]
[A fallen king came to a ruined sanctuary: seeking refuge, chasing shadows of a past colored by the illusion of happiness, but above all else searching for the power he needed to turn the tides and drive that witch's empire to ash. The library had always been free of blasphemous and heretical materials under Seteth's watchful eyes, but perhaps he'd been fallible enough to miss a thing or two. Or so went the fleeting thought, at least--if anywhere would hold answers, it would be what was left of Garreg Mach Monastery. And sure enough, amidst piles of discarded tomes cast aside by a furious hand...was there an ancient ritual discovered. To bind a hero to one's own life force--he'd never held much aptitude in magic like Mercedes and Annette, but what else was there?]
[An intricate circle was drawn on the cracked stone of the Goddess Tower's balcony in blood, and the less said about whose blood it was, the better. Words memorized and spoken, a ritual not like any magic seen or performed in all of Fódlan. (Truthfully, he had no real idea what a Holy Grail even was, neither did he assume six other people would be mad enough to seek out such a lost ritual. It didn't really matter, anyway--not to him.)]
My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny.
If you heed the Grail's call, and obey my will and reason, then answer.
I hereby swear that I shall be all the good in the world--that I shall defeat all evil in the world.
Seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance!