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Maker's Lament is a Lore book introduced in Season of Sorrow. It details Shin'ra's ascension as the Hive God of Artificing, his hunts for the Leviathan, creation of the Nephilim and his far early campaigns in the Sol System with the Weapons of Sorrow. Books are acquired after completing missions in the Season of Sorrow and runs through the Subjugated Vault.

I—Metamorphosis

Verse X:I — Metamorphosis

Setak sits within the shade of the square of Kaharn, draped in old cloth left behind from his broken court.

Wanderers of the Fundament would walk past him with scoffs and disgust.

They could not know the truth that Setak possesses. Ruin would soon be upon them at any moment.

He looks up to the sky to see the Fundaments many moons, but notices one out of place.

—-The Sky is the end of your kind Setak. But you must hold onto those that you cherish, and you will soon be reborn.—-

The words would echo within his mind, pounding like a drumbeat of seven cords.

The pain would be too much for old Setak as he would close his eyes, hoping the sleep would cut it away.

Pedestrians would walk past the mad Setak. Some felt disgusted or distrust due to him being the sole survivor of the Osmium Court. Some felt pity and shame for his madness of old age.

But the echoes would continue to reverberate in his head. Pounding. POUNDING. P O U N D I N G.

—-Awake.—-

———

The moment he awakes, the square had been ambushed. Tents had been collapsed, citizens were running amok and being chased by foreign entities.

Setak stands up to inspect his surroundings.

He walked past one of the damaged tents, brushing past the cloth and noticing one of the citizens was impelled by an obsidian blade.

He leapt backward in horror, only to feel immediate dread as he sensed someone behind him.

"Setak… old friend."

The voice from behind spooked Setak who cried out in terror as he fell to the ground. He would turn his head to face the aggressor.

The figure stand tall, wings collapsed behind their back. He wore a wide crown; they smelled of death and rot. His three figured hand was outstretched to Setak, and in his hand was the larvae of a Worm, much like the king's familiar.

II—Blunt Hammer

Verse X:II — Metamorphosis

Shin'ra, Maker morph of Setak. We admire your work in the craft of weapons and your talents of the hunt.

Your smithing prowess has helped us to break free from the Fundament's surface, but an example must be made upon this star bound civilization. Savathûn named them the Ammonite. They hold captive your student's nemesis and our great foes hide within their skies.

You must help us to cut down these Ammonite and hunt down the great Leviathan. Without the hunt, your Worm will devour you whole.

Take to the sky your great armaments and destroy all who stand in the way of your Worms, your Gods.

—-Enough.—-

—-You were not meant to be a pawn to them. They set you free from their madness, but you are not beholden to them. We offer you salvation beyond death. Beyond the final carving that your people fail to understand.—-

—-But you can wield that failure. Blunt their sharp blades into a precise shape. One befitting the last true shape.—-

—-Hunt the Leviathans, cut them into a shape of your choosing. Make them into your armament. Wield them as your weapon. So that you may become the final blade.—-

—-You will take their weakness and wield it against them, then you will make a new understanding for yourself. Claim what is owed to you.—-