So begins the Latin Mass: the Turning Point prophesized on the Wall at the ruins Far Away. The Seed of The Prodigal Son and his army of The Loyal storm into the doors of the Tower like a kindred Fire. Harvesting each disciple of the Church of the New World with surgical precision ; a well placed strike to the neck renders a painless impact to those forlorn yearning souls.The Sword seeks out justice upon the wretched Others. Janus cowers within his chamber watching the blood blanket the floors of his useless institution.