Book 2 of the Twelve Lots

Late comers: When you see this inscription, perhaps we have already been erased by the long river of time. We once tore apart the sacred scriptures of the hypocritical Holy See, lit up the night sky of the Twelve Principalities with the flame of freedom, and turned the broken shackles into the first military emblem of the empire. Historians said that the establishment of the empire began with the blessings of those false gods, but the real beginning was a huge gamble by three madmen deep in the mines. We bet that the blood-stained charter can grow fairness, that the broken blade will not change its edge when it is reforged, and that all living beings are the backbone that supports history. No need to try to find traces of our existence - our bones have long since turned to dust, but the stars will shine in the night sky forever. There is no need to miss it, because we have already been deeply engraved in time itself.