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Sliver sighed. "You're partly correct, Montblanc. I'm sorry for the vagueness of it all. You'd think four thousand years would be long enough for me to pull it together." Sliver gestured with his hand. "Maybe even be able to add a little bit of elegance to it." his hand fell back to his side.

"You are familiar with Profecy, I assume."

"My father always said that was only a story," a girl piped up from across the room, the light whirring on the floor came to an abrupt halt as she quickly walked over. "Excuse me, but that Profecy isn't true. Everbody says it." she brushed a hair out of her face.

"But it is! Haven't you noticed? You of all people, Jinn. Every day, the world gets darker, colder. The other people tell themselves that, and they tell you. Their denial is only in means of self preservation in the fact they are powerless to do anything. The Ten is forming. Right now. In this cathedral. You are the ten. Every life in Lotteima depends on you. There is nobody else qualified." Jinn looked up, her eyes wide.

"You're kidding me." Sliver shook his head.

"I wish I was. The end is coming, and you're the only ones who can do anything. You're free to refuse, but just know that when that happens, you damn us all. All ten of you are needed."