Extinction (Certain Death)

[Bologna Prime]

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Cornered in the remains of Prospera did the Demon Sage of Judgement Allinaes and his lieutenant, the Imperfect Ennui, find their own purgation rendered as but part of a greater act. The Exaltation of Summer. A grandiose invocation of the seasons in the name of Nemea and all the many spirits which align to Her cause within the cosmos - a rousing of the landscape to a full and critical realization of its own part of Meranthe's inherently passionate seasonal essences. The lamplight flowers of Summer native to the surrounds stoked to a roaring holyflame danced and spread by the silver winds of life's flow. Graceful, yet fierce, a face of the world's turn which does not permit itself easily - and does not permit just anything to withstand its power once called upon. Of abandoned ruins and demonic designs consumed in conflagration by the work of the Delphinan host come to deliver the hunt of Nemea upon the Atrellyans, reinvigorate the land to Her grace's content, and bask in the miraculous brightness and warmth of it all once done: So too, a stroke of loss. The arrival of Summer, spelling a departure of Spring as it was found in the kindly, gentle Ent of Nemea: Canopy. The toll of herself paid, that another might be spared in the throes of battle brought to their feverish climax.

From which the land came alight, and became its own weapon. Breathing in the weight of filth and impurities upon it - and in that moment made the furnace by which it would all burn away. Burning bright, those lanterns of Summer to be seen so far over the horizon for nights and nights to come. Burning high, the rising ash of seared by the season's hallowed flame - touched by an antithesis not quite to destruction, but to a notion that destruction's wield is the claim of the unclean. A consecrated light glares and anathematic ash drifts throughout the region - including across that curious threshold of Summer and Winter, the river betwixt the now truly radiant fields of Samil'shann and the frozen wastes so-dubbed as the Citadel of Ash.

To do so for days to come, and even as those inaugural flames of the exalted solstice settle will the lands of Samil'shann be ever changed. Of all rendered to ash, an image of growth cast in living embers remains painted over the fields rooted firmly against the unyielding billow of restless gales. A heat inevitable and only reconcilable by thorough magical warding or sanction by the very providence of the season, suffuses the ground, the air, and steaming rains all. The saniskriti lie dormant, yet only because their flame had been spent to reshape all around them into no less fitting the name of Summertide.

The result is something the common Man would be hard-pressed to linger long within, and the common Demon actively rebuked by the holy spark in the surrounding elements to stand upon. Not a conquest for resettlement, but an offering given and violent celebration drawn to the cycle's brightest and hottest motions of Summer. A land made its own keeper, its own beacon against the corrupt, and so long as that radiance shines over long days and short nights will not be sullied again.

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Components utilized in the Exaltation of Summer:

x1 Nemeatic Sacred Coin
x45 Faith
x24 Lumin Blossom
x1000 Saniskriti

x222 Azilaena
x222 Marignolia
x400 Fire Crystals
x400 Air Crystals
x100 Auguria
x250 Token (as previously mentioned)