Grasping Staff, medallion shining,
Body charred and powers binding,
Soul floats up to Avechna's Peak,
Shedding that mortal form so weak.

Diving power coursing through,
Sealing the Devourer, Almighty Kethuru,
Deep within his Astral prison.
Behold, the Ascended God has risen!

Divine Spark shines bright as ever,
Abstract form within the Aether,
Touching the Void, yet still on Prime,
All Planes feel his power sublime.

The First World shines as the Tapestry changes,
Tremors shaking the great mountain ranges,
Soll is gone and Lusternia survives,
Yet that Shard has gained the greatest prize.

His Divine Spark has formed anew,
Ayridion, the Ascendant has shone through,
His exact nature, no mortal quite knows,
But through the Basin, life once more flows.