Bones of Martyr ground to fine dust,
In perfect geometry of circles and triangles laid,
Marked in the circle within circles,
as the fire burned the incense sweet,
And the brazier burnt the scroll.

The Volume of Exalted Paragons detailed how to summon them, the servitors of the good gods, as the sacred book was Kept in the Grand Temple of the White Moths. It was a relic of X, their patron god, whom they devote their order to his philosophy. They keep the secrets of the world, tucked away upon shelves as the organization collects them for safekeeping. Thus they are keepers of dangerous knowledge, and as such must develop means to defend themselves from would be seekers of knowledge. One such was granted by the Volume of Exalted Paragons, discovered inside the Temple before it was built, yet it seemed it that the temple was always there. Quite a secret as to who placed the Forbidden Book there, certainly not X.

Called in by the mystic conjuration, a host of Valkyries of Jimunu the Law-Father would be drawn down from the heavens, called into the magic circles as they were called to earth. They appeared with wings outstretched their radiant skin like alabaster, armed with sword and armor, swift justice upon the unworthy.

"Oh servants of the Law-Father, we of the White Moth beseech upon you to judge those worthy to enter our Inner Sanctum. Do away with those unworthy and disperse them from our grounds. Divine to us the will of the Gods, mark their champions chosen as the Prophecy foretells!"

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But they only knew half the prophecy.
For X had only let Half be known.
That is not dead which can eternal lie, 
and with strange aeons even death may die.

The Return of the dark Gods did mark for the cataclysm which champions were needed, yet it was not the Dark Gods which would be the bringer of the end. No, these dark Gods would become the saviors of humanity, but they did not know it yet. No one knew it yet, not the humans, not the lights gods, not the them, and certainly not the one to return.

"Meeod, Saint of The Faithless. Stirred from your Dreams of Paradise, a Tainted Soul lost but bitter. Do you belong here?" Not even the gods could conceal anything from X, for he saw all, and as Darko pointed out, heard all, but more importantly Knew all. The secret feelings and desires, motivations if one will were not unknown to X, even the goddess of shadows could try her hardest to hide away a mortal in the darkest of her darkness such that no light could ever reveal him, but since the universe he existed, so too could X gaze past the abyss. For Truth cuts like a sharp blade, penetrating and piercing before the coup-de-grace.

"A war is coming. Where do you stand? By your Souls or your Souls, by their Gods?" The others would hear this conversation not, for X had kept it a secret between the Souls and Secrets. Even as they stood in the assembly of the other gods, only Meeod would even know X was speaking to her as he floated about untethered to the realm. "Oblivion Comes at a Price."