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Chapter 4: The Words of Texrameas
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The hearts of the Legion were heavy as they withdrew from the Eastern battlefield and began their slow march toward the homeland. On this day, wave after wave of Leviathan attacks penetrated the battle lines of the SpiralHorns, and the Great General waivered and seemed powerless to impede the onslaught. In the end, the Legion tasted bitter defeat, and the Great Captain lay among the wounded, his future ability to lead in question.

The Loyalists found their goal met, but their minds ill at ease. Surely, none wished this manner of change in the leadership of the SprialHorns. Texramaes, above all, was torn by this turn of events, and sought the council of AvengerRam.

"In my heart, I feel as though the turning of the tide is a favorable one, though I wish no evil upon the Captain." Texrameas declared.

"Fear not, my friend," AvengerRam replied. "In my vision of the prophesy of this season of warfare, these words came to me..."

Three mountains challenge, each born of pride, one must yield, two must subside.

"Don't you see?" AvengerRam continued, "Orlandos was the first mountain, and his pride yielded when he returned to the Legion. Now the mountainous pride of the General and the Captain must subside so that a new leader can emerge."

As they spoke, a scout rode into the ranks of the Legion with news: "Our old foe, the Crimson Miners of the West, camp near the borders of the Homeland, poised to strike."

AvengerRam proclaimed: "Don't you see, Texramaes, this has all been foretold. The Legion will not be lead by those who cling to the past without concern for the future. Rather, it will be lead by the true Loyalists."

Texramaeas knew what to do. He climbed upon a hill overlooking the marching Legion and shouted: "Hear me now my Clan! We have known defeat, but none should hang their heads! Our foes are worthy, but we will come together and fight on! We are not individuals with singular goals - we are the Clan of SpiralHorns, and we will together fight as one for the goals of the many! Our hated nemises waits for us at the Homeland. Embrace this challenge with me, and ride on to glory!"

A great cheer arose from the Legion, their gait quickening toward the West.