The Sun peaked at its brightest in the early morning. Before a crowd near Aphros - the Radiant of the Sainted Church engaged Valerie Hemwick, Eranath and lastly, Xarxes

Blight, and darkness torn asunder, the Light eliminating the corruption, and any device of Moros - Despair would not have its day on Pylae's First Breath. Rumors state that a stunning battle took place, and by the end of it?

Stood a Radiant that carried the Sun, victorious against the mechanisms of the dark.

The recently coronated Queen of Crimson was lost, and found herself soaring too close to the sun, retreating away through the shadows.

The Nethrademon, Lord of Fel Garden was crushed into nothingness, removed by the full might of the Light. There was no hesitation nor compassion for the lost and damned.

The Nephairy of Time was defeated in a clash of ideologies; If it is he who carried Time and Death, then it would be Hope that prevailed, and overcame against all odds. There is only god, and one truth, and it is the victorious Pylae.

Palade Avincus Wrote:Why is it that such fallible, futile mistakes of creation believe to stand on the same footing as Humanity? Why is it that you all traverse the realms as if you are not in any danger?

Do you believe yourself to be free during the day of our LORD?

What is it that makes you all so confident?

When you are so godless.

And so imminent upon the doorsteps of the End.

I've been keeping my oath.

And so it shall, by Pylae.

Evil shall be vanquished, just as Pylae rose his golden spear, slaying Moros.
You, Ilk of the Morosian shadows, and despair shall soon follow.

The sunlight will be your fear.

I will rid you all just as I rid Eranath from his own nightmare.

The Sainted Church has been seen mobilizing small squads of warriors to begin assailing wandering Demons, Undead and those touched by the Fel. Only when the Sun holds dominion over the sky is when those of the Sainted Church is expected to flock, and descend upon the forces of Evil.

The Dawn is not safe for their kind.

Xarxes, Na'ria, Ustrea, Sheol and Skarnfel will not find rest until the Sun falls.





A crusade is brewing...

Brilliance was always prone to cast shadow, even in triumphant victory. No light, no blaze brought forth by any of mortality, could prevent casting such darkness into the world. In those casted shadows, pairs of eyes would look out into the world..