"Then came the end of the shattered world,
cradled so long by vast Mitheirn,
greatest of Asheme's children

All the battlefields descended into silence,
of a dozen peoples, only two remain,
clever ijevekh and mighty dragons

Above the broken world, the last four gods ponder the future,
The time after the story of Asheme was over,
the Great Book closed, nothing more to be written

Dvai the shaper let his hammer fall to the ground,
no more forms to give to the formless,
nothing left to create

Laementhys the knowing closed his ever-watchful eyes,
all secrets revealed and plans discovered,
no one else for him to teach

Mitheirn the preserver finally released his burden,
shards of the world drifting into emptiness,
none for him to guard and nurture

Kaa'shan the warrior lay down his weapon,
blood-rimmed eyes no longer filled with rage,
no more conflicts to face

The great sun's light began to dim,
Sparks flaring from the surface as the fire died
A splinter of sunflame arcing toward the gods

"No," said death-bringer Kaa'shan, catching the spark in his fist,
"No?" asked dream-shaping Laementhys, thoughts roused by the warmth,
"No!" cried life-making Dvai, breathing the cinder into raging fire

"NO," rumbled mighty Mitheirn, reaching out to catch the shards of the world,
the sunflame bringing summer again to winter-frozen homes of the last races,
"THE END OF ONE. BEGINNING OF ANOTHER," he commanded

The first scion of Asheme, grown beyond the world of his birth,
curled around the fragments, cradling the life that survived his mother,
waiting for his brothers to do what was required

Kaa'shan looked upon Mitheirn's face, and his weapon struck home
Laementhys wove a net to catch the flow of blood and spirit
Dvai placed the body and old world on his forge

The survivors rose to lay the foundations of the new stories,
Ijevekh hard at work in the forge of Dvai as he became the Worldsmith,
Dragons studying from Laementhys to bind the wild powers to Mitheirn

Mitheirn the world, lit by Sholu, the eagle with sunflame feathers,
Mitheirn, whose first children were immortals and gods,
Mitheirn, whose Great Book was opened to the first page"

— Dverekh holy chant