Nations of the world, the proud nation of Dousheim united has undertaken the provocations of Illen for long enough. Their scouts cross our borders, unwilling to permit the sanctity of the river between our nations. Insults are levied against our nation, false charges of aggression here in this very place. Innocent nations are crushed beneath their heels; first Midmatia, and now Lissasa stands threatened by them. Finally, the Thrones themselves are subsumed, one by one, into their rapacious maw. The thrones of Law and Stability are already theirs, as is a third of form yet to be sung that stands surrounded and sealed by their command. The High Throne stands at risk, and from there, an ideal platform to seize the Thrones of Bones, of Brass, of Stars, of two not yet sung in tales, and last but certainly not least, that one which they know so well, the Throne of War. Their priests stand ready to make the rites and seize the foundations of this world, as they could do in a single bold gesture. This is a threat not only to Dousheim, nor only to Lissasa, nor to any single nation alone. This is a threat that faces our entire world, and all that bear the spark of divinity, those measures of the one true song of the spheres.
This is an act we enter into with heavy hearts, but our minds are set and our voices as one. Earendel of the Morning Star, the Grey One hereby names Gault as a false pretender and issues formal challenge to the self-styled Lord of Men's Fates. Our men shall meet them on the field of battle, and we shall vanquish them.
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Do a fancy work in IC speech, make a typo right in the middle. <_<