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Since time immemorial, the Draconic Prophecy has played out across the surface of Eberron. Its portents can appear as carvings in a cave no living being has ever entered, the whispers of the wind on the highest peak of the world, or the very movement of the stars in the void beyond the ring of Siberys. Over the last three thousand years, the Prophecy has played out using the form of Dragonmarks on the skin of lesser beings. This never-ending song is collected in pieces and fragments and few beings live long enough to decipher it, as even the most ancient of dragons have collected but a few complete verses. This gift of Prophecy tells of the past, the present, and the future. Those who have put the knowledge to use have ensured sweeping military victories, unleashed cataclysmic magic, and even halted death itself. One never really knows what the Prophecy has in store for them, as the chance meeting of two prophesied individuals can move mountains.

A verse of the prophecy that began in the Age of Demons nears its end in the current day. There are Six Locks that shackle the Corruptor in Khyber's womb. She strains at the silvery chains and has nearly slipped her bonds. But locks have keys, and a key that will release a god can also bolt the lock she has picked.