Not until the final trumpet sounds, Shall the last of Humanity fail, for
not all prophecies can be taken in there exact literal terms. For we
must all never forget. we all are, or once were humans, and nothing can
steal the basic fundamental spirt of mankind from us. No amount of
Power, Magicks, or heralds of Doom, can Hope to defeat the spark of hope
the lives in all men. And it shall not be, until that final day, when
all stories end, that the strength of Men will fail.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Ultio, in the year 423 AD.