Atera, alongside the powers sculptured through the Primal will; alongside my fathoming upon the dignity lying on the sacrifices made on your name; alongside my utopic reach for the soul of the lost; alongside the never-by-me-questioned value of the Elder's creations; alongside Alair's light; alongside Astharus's darkness; alongside the uncountable amount of tears cried for the souls of billions, all lost in the war.
Atera, alongside my will, my tears, my sweat, my energy, my soul... I release you.