ጎ ነቿቿ ፕዘቿ ዪቿልየቿዪ

ቻልነፕ ልየየዪዐልርዘጎክኗ Under the crimson, primordial sky, surrounded by the jagged rocks of the ancient volcanic mountain, the wretched Warlock reached into the dark embrace of the fissure until his hand touched a smooth glassy surface. Cold as ice. His fist closed around The Serpent's Eye. Slowly he withdrew it and held it before him in the fading light of the blood-red suns. It glowed from within. A ghostly emerald light. Strange and eternal. D҉̣͍̓̎͗͜͜I҉̡̯̺̜̅́͋̃͢͜R̴҉̷̨̖̮̉͑ͯ̑̋͟͠E҉̰̰͎̆͞C҉͓̟͇̼͕̻ͭ͌ͩ̒͘͜͡͞͠T҉̘͙͖̠̓ͦ͑̄͜͜͟͞E҉̰̰͎̆͞D҉̣͍̓̎͗͜͜ B̵̴҉̞̠̘̩͍̱́͊͗͜͠͠͠͠Y̵̡̬͖̠̋ͫ̌ͤ̚͞͞ P҉̷̧̥͚̣̉̓̕͟͜͠͞͠͝ͅA҉҉̦̣̤͔̟̩̋̿̏ͦ̈́̍͟͠N̵҉̾͟͞͡O̷̵҉̢̭͚̜̠ͫͣ͐͢͟͢͠͞͝Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠ C҉͓̟͇̼͕̻ͭ͌ͩ̒͘͜͡͞͠O̷̵҉̢̭͚̜̠ͫͣ͐͢͟͢͠͞͝Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠M̶̶҉̳͈̺͟͢͠͠ͅA҉҉̦̣̤͔̟̩̋̿̏ͦ̈́̍͟͠T҉̘͙͖̠̓ͦ͑̄͜͜͟͞O̷̵҉̢̭͚̜̠ͫͣ͐͢͟͢͠͞͝Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠