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Lore lyrics in songs with styles that reflect the characteristics of the character in question. Lyrics: In a world of cold steel and concrete towers, A king sat alone, counting his hours. No crown of gold, just a burden of lead, With the ghosts of the past screaming inside his head. He was Grey—a soldier, a weapon, a ghost, In the city of echoes, he’d lost what mattered most. But the thread snapped short, the darkness took hold, And a story of silver began to unfold. Awake in the warmth of a mother’s embrace, A genius in swaddles, a familiar face. From the ki-centered veins to a core of pure light, Arthur was born in the dead of the night. Oh, it’s the beginning after the end, A broken king with a world to defend. From the ashes of Grey to the Leywin fire, He’s climbing the peaks of a deadly spire. With a dragon’s bond and a heart of glass, Watching the shadows of destiny pass. Two lives, one soul, and a debt to pay, The God-Step starts where the mana fades away. He walked through the glades where the mana flows free, Bound to a bond-mate, the small Sylvie. A quadra-elemental, a prodigy’s spark, Carrying the light through the encroaching dark. Xyrus was burning, the Lances were drawn, A war between continents, a blood-red dawn. But the throne he once hated followed him here, As the "Gods" from across the sea drew near. He fought for his father, he fought for the name, But the cost of the power was a soul-crushing shame. When the core started cracking and the mana ran dry, He watched his reflection and the dragon-girl die. Sacrifice is a language he knows all too well, Descending again to a new kind of hell. No more fire or water, no wind in his palms, Just the violet pressure and the relic-tomb calms. A body of Asura, a core made of gold, With a shadow-wolf partner, sarcastic and bold. Regis is howling, the aether is calling, While the pillars of Ethari are crumbling and falling. He’s weaving the fabric of space and of time, Turning the struggle to something sublime. Destruction is blooming in his violet eyes, The king is returning, stripped of disguise. Not for the glory and not for the crown, But to tear the high sovereign’s hierarchy down. From the slums of Alacrya to Dicathen’s shore, Arthur Leywin is more than a man of the war. He’s the error in fate, the glitch in the plan, The child, the monster, the King, and the Man. The embers are cooling, the cycle is spun, But the battle for home has only begun. Keep your mana, keep your pride, He’s got the universe on his side. The Beginning... After the End.