Infinite horizons bloom
And bend and roil
But once pushed, strained, and broken
It is irreparable
Every move is countered, accounted, and turned against us. Solitary we are weak. Together we are vulnerable. How can we fight when our opponent knows us better than we do? Oberon has returned, and his answer will be wrong. Oberon is blind, blinded by his raw power, by pride as vast as shadow. We carry his pride and arrogance as well, but are we inseparable from it, as he is? If we can not break away from the sins and shortfalls of our fathers, mothers, and grandfather, we are doomed to oblivion. It is time to walk the path untraveled by Amberites; humility. It is the one thing our enemy will never expect of us.