It was a cold morning on the eleventh of Vestian when the Exalted Lord
appeared in the skies over New Celest. Drawn and grim, He called for the
aid of the Architect, decrying the absence of Terentia and the lack of
Her presence upon the First World. Zvoltz heeded the call of the Exalted
Lord, but denied Him, stating that the rift had been closed per the
decree of the Firsts, and that the risks taken by Terentia were upon Her
own head. Frowning, Eventru announced that He intended to follow through
the rift, find Terentia, and bring Her back Himself. At His insistence,
Zvoltz opened the rift once more above the Skarch Desert for but a
moment, allowing Eventru to pass through. The rift knit shut one final
time, and the skies contorted and twisted with razor barbs of energy.
The Exalted Lord screamed, heard by those of New Celest, and fell
silent, leaving only a knowing Zvoltz shaking His head and the soft
weeping of the Bloom of Serenity lingering upon still winds.

Penned by My hand on the 11th of Vestian, in the year 358 CE.