One hundred years, the devil Akkakarasot thinks has been given to this Peranza; that is how much time there is for rescue to come to her, to Hell.

For one hundred years, then, this fragment of Nethys will withhold His power from the occasional attempts some equally-tormented fellow piece of Himself makes to destroy all of reality.

And if in one hundred years that hope fails Him, He will strike out against everything that there is in renewed fury and terrible disappointment.

One hundred years.  It's almost no time at all, to Hell.

One hundred years, the devil Akkakarasot thinks has been given to this Peranza in the Gardens of Erecura; that is how much time there is for rescue to come to her, to Hell.

For one hundred years, then, this fragment of Nethys will withhold His power from the occasional attempts some equally-tormented fellow piece of Himself makes to destroy all of reality.

And if in one hundred years that hope fails Him, He will strike out against everything that there is in renewed fury and terrible disappointment.

One hundred years.  It's almost no time at all, to Hell.

One hundred years, the devil Akkakarasot thinks has been given to this Peranza in the Gardens of Erecura; that is how much time there is for rescue to come to her, to Hell.

For one hundred years, then, this fragment of Nethys will withhold His power from the occasional attempts some equally-tormented fellow piece of Himself makes to destroy Pharasma's Creation.

And if in one hundred years that hope fails Him, He will strike out against everything that there is in renewed fury and terrible disappointment.

One hundred years.  It's almost no time at all, to Hell.