"Take Up Arms in this, Your Holiest Cause"

#0027. Artifacts and holy words are enough to survive in a dreary landscape, but when those things are lost to time, when logic supplants them, then you are stuck with nothing. There is convenience in science. There is quality increased. There is a better, sleeker place. But what drips out like fat from meat is something harder to enumerate. You lost your holy words, and without them, you're unsure of how to progress to the next world. You might even say that that would be impossible.