The halfway point has been reached.

Though you know… it is much closer than that. The echoes remain. Distant now, but not forgotten. Memories of fear. Of chaos. Of the moment the Spark first chose its bearer.

They have gathered. Encircling the one marked by ignition. A ceremony is underway. A recognition of time passing.

You did not arrive by chance. You were drawn here. And now stand among those who await the darkest day.

Today, you carry the mark. Today, is your initiation.