Arcs of icy white energy blaze around the radiant form of the Architect, His bloody brow bent as every last vestige of power is sapped from His Immortal Form. With no Ascendant to reform the Seals, the Basin watched, breathless, as the Elder God gave all that He had to force the Seal of Justice to mend, fading like a spectre in the wake of what could have been certain doom. A final boom of thunder rumbles across the sky, His last words whispered to the dying winds. - By Persayis