Everyone holds onto hope—until they can’t. For some, it is instinct. For others, it is effort. And for the rest, it is a lost cause. But we will all have hope. Not for ourselves, not for our children, not even for our ancestors.

We will have hope—just to spite those who would take it from us.

This is not about survival. Not about happiness. It is about vengeance.

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While other lands still battle your shadow, we fled. Not in fear, but in strategy. They fight to stall you, to weaken you, to wound you. We fight to prepare. To build. To finish what they began.

Azunas may be lost, but we are not. We are here. And we remember.

Oh, great evil, will you come searching for the ones you never found? Will you cross the vast ocean, only to arrive where you are no longer the strongest? Or will you count your victories and rule over the hollow ruin you desired so desperately?

Sincerely,

The Others