Inside the Holy Temple, judgment descends.
Whether it is tangible life or intangible authority;
Whether it is a demon, demon spirit, lesser deity, chief god, or Divine King;
Whether they come from Egypt, West Africa, Canaan, India, or Persia;
Under the surging black tide of the [Anti-Genesis], everything born of Chaos moves towards irreversible annihilation, as bodies and souls are disassembled into basic particles one by one.
Until…
A low chant traverses chaos and darkness, tearing through time and space, reaching from outside the hall to inside.
"Primordial Water Nun, praise you,
for you are the Chaos that began everything…"
Suddenly, ten, a hundred, a thousand, then ten thousand voices join in:
"You birth all things, reflecting the stars.
The world moves in order by your will.
You are the King of Gods, Lord of all!
We come from you, become holy because of you!"
