Finally finding the time (and after a false start - or rather, a frustrating restart after a great deal of progress had been made), Acter takes his three Acts - two standard, the third Analysis - and picks out three promising denizens of the world to be his prophets.
The first is a studious Vri, well-read about the annals of history available to him on the Troon.
The second is a Sciro of the crystal moon - the Croon, Acter supposed - who was a scholar of times past and very knowledgeable on their chosen subject of study.
The third, and final, is a planetbound Incilatro of the archipelago, descended from those left behind during the exodus and who escaped Pybur's reign. Their love of the ancient stories they'd heard was only amplified by news of the Chronicler visiting a cousin (which may have been a lie), which sparked in them a lifelong desire to learn of what was before.
Upon all three, Acter gifted clarity of mind, and a greater ability to separate themselves from their emotions and remain objective - the better to see the truth with. Beyond that, they were also granted a mental connection - not like that of the Gemini, but subtler, only appearing in sleep. They would dream lucidly, and together, such that they could share and discuss information, even when separated by the great void of space.
And then, after he had bestowed his power upon them, Acter appeared to his new prophets as they slept, all as one:
Hail. You may recognize me; it may be that you don't. Allow me to remove any uncertainty: I am Acter, and I have returned. I am not the only one, either; Julius and Rexilium have accompanied me, as have Tauron and Typheus. There are others, as well - new gods, who I know not well as of the current time. I will tell you of them... but first, I have a story, and questions of my own.
Long ago, as the world was entering yet another tumultuous era, the gates to reality were barred to us gods. Although several of us tried to reopen them, they would not shift. It is only just now that access to the realm was returned to us, and we have found it much changed. Only pieces of history - the simple fact of Pybur's reign and demise, the rise of the Red Witch - and features that beckon at larger contexts - the crystal moon and petrified Greatstump, Port Aedan - contexts that we lack.
And that is why I chose you three, out of all those I could have. You are all scholars of history, each with a different point of view - troonar, croonar, and planetbound. And so I have two tasks for you: one, the typical job of prophets, to tell all of our return, but second, and more important to me, to determine what it is that history has buried for us, and share it with me. You need not do it all tonight; I have granted you each the ability to dream lucidly and together, such that you can collaborate as you sleep.
I wish you all luck. It is a great task I have bestowed upon you; I only wish you to fulfill it as best you can.
Acter then answers any questions the new prophets have for him, as well as telling them what he knows of the new gods.
Afterwards, and hearing of the new offers, Acter proceeds, listening with interest.
Great Eternal Swarm, your Vilfolk interest me greatly. While I feel I may have a home for them, I must ask you what they are like; the place I have in mind, while verdant, can be dangerous. Come, I invite you to look over the Troon, so that you may advise me as to whether or not it may be hospitable to the people you bring.