A Lamp on the Night Road - Legend of Xuvinial

In Pyrodora, I asked a small child a short, but profound question. If anyone of us here, who have ever lived, are any of us like the core of a star to our kingdom? The child responded, "I'm not sure. But I know I feel his energy flowing through my veins, his heart of courage beating in my chest."

Flow your hands through the History of Pyrodora, but ye eyes shalt find path upon the singular symbol: XUVINIAL. XUVINIAL. Weave your fingers across, focus your hands, and turn the pages. Turn them as the hands of its clock, for Xuvinial is the first page of the first book in the History of Pryodora. And you shall see how the hands of time, hands that are not just on a clock but belong to Lord Decima, shaped everything.

The aftermath of Evecium had lasted... Every step from man became the march of a soldier. Everyone strong enough to fight was distracted. Gone. Deceived. Every soldier who was fighting so, weary and weak they were upon the long wager.

In spite of nigh ubiquitous consent of loss, unwavering remained a single beat of the many marches. The more they pulled at that tree, the harder its roots became. The march of a soldier did not weaken into cowering like many, but the march transcended beyond heavens and became the path of a great leader. A great, legendary leader.