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High above the continent of Siv’en, a star soared in defiance of Eras.

Neodin flew into the heavens like a golden comet, and a suit of celestial plate armor shrouded his body like molten light. Divine fire engulfed him, roaring like a lion. His blade, Magan-Hakhereb, thrummed with resolve as its runes shone with cosmic power echoing from the dawn of creation.

Shadows burned away at the radiance flowing through him. As Neodin ascended higher and higher, he steeled himself with courage and allowed the Everlasting Flame - the holy spirit of Ha’Ari - to flow through his body.

”Ha’Ari ro’i…” He sang to himself in a droning war chant. ”Lo ekhsar… Bina’ot yar’bitseni… al meh m’nukhot ynaleni…”