///*****/// [Processional] In a roofless temple where colossal roots embrace broken statues of humans and elves standing together. moonlight gathers in old runes like water, revealing Eldrin pinned beneath a fallen lintel with his bow beyond reach. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [Testimony I] Eldrin wakes wounded, finds his patrol gone, and hears a human moving in the dark on the other side of the sanctuary. Steel gives every frightened answer the same hard voice, yet the ground receives the blood without asking which language named it. I carry the weight of orders and the quieter weight of doubt. Somewhere beyond the visible battle, a patient hand adjusts the board. [Gathering Storm] Honor tells him to face the enemy; survival tells him he cannot lift the stone; weariness asks whether either command matters. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Anthem] First Root, remember our names Before the kingdoms, before the flames Under your arch the hunters cease One breath of mercy purchases peace First Root, remember our names Before the kingdoms, before the flames Under your arch the hunters cease One breath of mercy purchases peace [Testimony II] Lyra appears bleeding, unarmed except for a surgeon's knife, and chooses to lever the stone away rather than finish him. What seemed like chance reveals a door; what seemed like duty reveals a chain. Every remembered face becomes a witness standing wordlessly behind the choice. The future is not promised, only placed within reach of hands prepared to change. [Revelation] Her shadow crossed the killing line Her hand reached down instead of steel The oldest magic in the room Was simply choosing not to kill Let the drums fall back and leave one naked heartbeat in the hall. Let the smallest act of mercy challenge every monumental lie. [Guitar Solo and Orchestral Rise] Begin with the melodic color of moonlight gathers in old runes like water; climb through the tension of honor tells him to face the enemy; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Anthem — Final] First Root, remember our names Before the kingdoms, before the flames Under your arch the hunters cease One breath of mercy purchases peace We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. First Root, remember our names Before the kingdoms, before the flames Under your arch the hunters cease One breath of mercy purchases peace [Threshold] He gives her back the fallen knife She binds the wound beneath his mail Outside, war horns search the rain Inside, two enemies count one heartbeat [Echo] moonlight gathers in old runes like water, revealing Eldrin pinned beneath a fallen lintel with his bow beyond reach. [Inner Voice] Honor tells him to face the enemy; survival tells him he cannot lift the stone; weariness asks whether either command matters.
