A New Moon

[AdmiralDigi]

"Go forth and bring me a treasure like no other. The Demon King will not be pleased should we return empty handed."

Lykon. Etriath. Elena. Felice.

Did I bring you nothing?

...truly, not a thing? Within my horde and in my service, did I fail to provide you anything of value?

What was I supposed to do?

Dredge you back up from the abyss?
Rebuild you? Fulfill the prophecy?
What is there left that I can do?

Someone wiser would have left by now. Atrellya, the kingdom, was gone. Nothing shackled him. Remnants of the wretched persisted in lieu of everything, and he alone was their greatest and most mighty of the abhorrent taint of a foreign power. The enemy soldier.

I am still your Supreme.

But you don't even know my name.

I am not Mahatama. Not Etriath.
At least I'm not Viola, either.

But she brought things back, too, didn't she?
No, no.
He's done quite enough. Slain saints, devoured dragons, felled gods. 

But he's generations away from the front-line. The line that died out as he first took steps into Meranthe, the holy-land. Gods make merry with mortals, but it's a drop in the bucket. To walk on these lands is to bring yourself down to them.

It's time to let go.

All good dragons barter.

I'd like to make another deal.

Ilumitar.

And move on.
The Crescent Isle was gone, now.

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Atrellya is gone.

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From the introduction of the Atrellyan powers on March 11th, 2024, as of the raid 'The Hydra's Heart,' the Crescent Isle has been destroyed.