This will be your last freebie.

Watch as a hypocrite finds a family despite their folly.

This vision pierces into the world between worlds. You see an order-bound giant stretching its eight wings to the sky. It prays for star-fire to rain down upon my acolytes and their children.

Ooo, is that Cempazúchitl? Ain't that the locksmith's kid with that undying smile. Their eyes slowly find you, still weary from late nights in pleasant solitude.