[Shattered]

*Scribbled hastily on a piece of parchment in messy handwriting*

I write this solely to preserve my last thoughts as a mortal man. Tonight is the night my Brothers and I are to receive His power. The four of us are aware of the finality of our choice and are committed to giving our lives to serve Him. We are to be reborn pure in form, without the burden of flesh and the complications it presents. The air between us is heavy with anticipation, and I know that this evening is the beginning of the end for those who do not submit to His will. The Guardian demands it, and so will it be.

*signed in messy script*
Travixus, Humble Servant



*written below the signature in a liquid that is clearly not ink*
Pure we have become. Shattered they will be.