Listen to the voice of the sage, O earthly people......

Like the tears of the sky,

Wash away the dust and tears of the dragon slayer spear in the embers of history;

In the ancient times, when human language and memory could not describe,

In the dawn of this world,

When the three moons rise from the bosom of the eternal night forest,

The huge dragon god, terrifying and noble,

A terrible war has been waged on the borders of the lonely land......

In the haze shrouded by dragons,

A cry of longing for light shook the gods of men,

Under the cold gaze of the black moon hanging high,

A dazzling light shone in the sky of the Starfall Continent,

Holy knight, who awakened the silent gods with sincerity and strength,

Cast a dragon slayer spear that pierces the souls of dragons with unparalleled divine power,

The power of the spear dispelled the haze brought by the dragons,

Bringing new hope to the newborn Klein.

Brandon, the greatest knight of the Titan Empire,

The Maker of Light, the Strongest Lancer in History,

Following the guidance of the light, to the foot of the Kakis Mountains,

Arrive at the place where the gods stand, enter the empty and silent temple,

He summoned the forger of the spear,

By unspeakable power to fight against the evil that destroys the world,

Chase evil obsessions back into the dark dragon's throat......

Paladin, the god of good gods;

Beside Shuma shone the light of the Holy Light,

Bless the dragon slayer spear in Xiuma's hand with powerful divine power,

Shuma, the great knight, in the light of a thousand moons,

After sealing the darkness,

also imprisoned her evil minions;

Beneath the light of the earth, in the kingdom of the miserable dead,

A roaring curse floated through the void......

The age of dreams ended in a thunderstorm,

The age of abundant power followed;

Ishtar, the kingdom of light and truth, rises in the West......

The pure white tower, the glory of the scorching sun,

proclaiming the passing of evil,

Titan, a kingdom that gives birth to long-term stability,

Like a shooting star, shining in the bright sky.

But in the full light, the pope of Ishtar glimpsed the shadows;

The shadows of the trees at night, treacherously disturbing the ground,

Washed by the moonlight, the stream flowed with heavy steps;

He tried to be in the scrolls, the history books, and the incantations,

Find out the path that Shuma took,

Only in this way,

His holy hands can receive the power of the gods,

Cleanse this sinful world!

But darkness and death followed,

The gods have turned their backs on this world,

The mountain that burns with heavenly fire falls like a comet in Istah,

The city bursts like human bones in flames,

Magma falls on once-fertile land,

The ocean is displaced, the ocean floor becomes a desert,

Crane's path collapsed and became the River Styx......

Thus began the age of despair,

The once wide road has since been entangled,

Sandstorms and hurricanes raged in the ruins of the city,

The plains and mountains have become the home of our generations,

When the old gods turn away,

We cry to the empty, gloomy sky,

Crying out for the blessings of a new God,

However, the sky is still cold,

No reply from him came......

An old man—

Lena straightened her back and sighed, trying to loosen her twitching shoulders. He threw the soap-frothed rag into the bucket and looked around at the empty room.

Trying to maintain a certain level of care for the old inn has become an increasingly difficult chore to do: all the wooden furniture in the inn is cherished and missed by many people, but no amount of love and repair can hide the mottled holes and cracks in the furniture, and of course, it is even more difficult to avoid customers unintentionally sitting on these stinging debris. The inn, called The Last Home, wasn't as ornate as the hostel he had seen in Haven, but it was characterized by comfort.

The inn sits on a living old tree with its old, dense foliage, and the carvings on the walls and decorations are so delicate that most travellers can't tell where nature is and what is ingenious. The inn's bar is like a warm, carefully brushed sculpture that stands on top of the tree that supports it. Stained glass windows envelop the room in a warm light.

As noon approached, the shadows began to shrink. The inn, called The Last Home, will soon open its doors. Lena looked around in satisfaction, each table had been wiped clean and waxed. All he had to do was mop the floor clean. She began to remove the heavy oak chairs as Otick scurried out of the kitchen, the smell of food filling her body.

"Whether it's business or the weather—it's going to be another good day!" Otick said, struggling to squeeze his fat body behind the bar. He whistled happily as he took out his glasses and arranged them neatly.

"I wish the weather was better and the business was worse. Lena grumbled as she moved her chair. "I almost broke both of my feet yesterday, but in exchange for less gratitude and a small tip!

The crowd was so gloomy. It looks like they are all nervous, and they really feel like they are all soldiers. I swear! When I accidentally knocked over a cup yesterday, Rytark literally pulled out his sword!"

"Whoa!" Otik made a disdainful voice. "Rytark is Solas' Seeker Guard. They're all so poor and nervous, if I work for that religious fanatic from Hendrick...... My nerves may be tighter......"

"Be quiet!" Lena warned him.

Otick shrugged. "Unless the High Priest can fly, I can detect the sound of his boots on the stairs before he hears what I say. Despite the words, Lena noticed that his voice did become quieter next. "Remember what I said, the inhabitants of Solas are almost exhausted of this pressure, people are mysteriously disappearing, and God knows where they are being taken? It's a bad year. He shook his head, but then his expression grew happy again. "But it's a good time to do business. ”

"Until he told us to close the door. Lena said quietly. He then grabbed the broom and swept the ground diligently.

"Even the priests had to fill their stomachs and drink the sulfur and fire that they often kept in their mouths. Otick chuckled. "It must be tiring to keep teaching the people about the great deeds of these new gods, which is why the priests visit us every day. ”

Lena stopped what she was doing, leaned back against the bar, and continued;

"Otic", her voice was slightly more serious, and noticeably lowered. "I also heard another rumor about the war. The army from the north is gathering together, and the town is filled with these mysterious figures in cloaks and asking questions next to the priests. ”

Otick looked at the nineteen-year-old girl in front of him with interest, stretched out his hand, and patted her cheek. Since her daughter's mysterious disappearance, she has been like her own daughter to Otick. He tugged at her red curls.

"War?" he said scoffingly, "there have been rumors of war since the Cataclysm. Little girl, rumors are just rumors. Perhaps the priests were deliberately fabricating these rumors to keep people on their toes. ”

"But," Lena's brow furrowed, "I think ......"

Suddenly, the door opened.

Lena and Otick immediately turned alarmingly in the direction of the door. Neither of them heard a single sound of footsteps, which was unbelievable! Except for the blacksmith's house, every building in Solas was built on huge old branches, and the final destination was no exception. After the chaos and fear that followed the cataclysm, the townsfolk decided to settle in the trees. Since then, Solas has become a tree city, one of the few remaining beauties in the Starfall Continent.

Sturdy wooden suspension bridges connect the town, which is less than 500 people, and the daily life and transactions of the town take place in the trees very high above the ground. The final lodge is the largest and tallest of them all, 40 feet above the ground, with staircases surrounding the mottled façade of the old tree. As Otick said, they could hear his footsteps before every guest came to the door.

However, this time, neither Lena nor Otick heard the old man's footsteps.

The old man stood in the doorway, leashed an old oak cane, and looked around the inn. The gray tattered cloak obscured all features of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes as sharp as a falcon.

"What's the matter, old man?" Lena asked the stranger as she exchanged worried glances with Otick, could this guy be a spy for the Seekers?

"Huh?" the old man blinked, "are you open?"

"Well......" Lena hesitated.

"Of course," Otick said with a smile on his face. "Come in, old man. Lena, find a chair for this guest, he must be very tired after climbing this high. ”

"Huh, climb high?" the old man scratched his head, looked around, and finally his eyes fell to the floor beneath his feet.

"Oh, yes, so many, many stairs......". He squeezed into the inn and jokingly waved his cane at Lena. "You're busy with yours, I can find the seat myself. ”

Lena shrugged, grabbed her broom, and continued to sweep the floor, but her eyes were still fixed on the old man.

The old man stood in the middle of the inn, looking around, as if to confirm the location of every table and chair in the room. The lobby of the inn is very large, shaped like a pea clip, and wraps around the old tree, with smaller branches supporting the hall. The old man seemed particularly interested in the stove in the corner.

The stove is the only stone ornament in the hall, apparently by the hands of the dwarven craftsmen, and seems to have been deliberately sculpted to make the whole furnace and the hall one, using the branches on the top to naturally exhaust smoke.

Beside the stove were bundles of firewood and pine branches that had been brought down from the mountains. None of Solas' inhabitants would want to use the tree they live in as fuel. The passage to the kitchen had to be forty feet down, and most of Otiq's customers didn't think it was convenient, and it seemed that the old man didn't disagree.

The old man muttered to himself, looking at all corners of the hall. Then, something surprised Lena. The old man dropped his cane, rolled up his sleeves, and began to rearrange the decorations of the entire hall!

Lena stopped what she was doing and leaned against her broom. "What are you doing? That table has always been over there!"

There had been a long, narrow table in the middle of the hall, and the old man dragged it all the way to the trunk of the tree, facing the fire, and then he took a few steps back to admire his masterpiece.

"That's it!" he muttered, "I should have gotten closer to the furnace." Now bring two more chairs, six will be enough here. ”

Lena looked back at Otick, who seemed to be about to open his mouth to protest, when the kitchen fire flashed and the chef's exclamation could be heard, apparently the grease stains in the kitchen were on fire again. Otik raced to the kitchen.

"He doesn't seem to be harmful, as long as he doesn't ask too much, just do as he says." Maybe he's going to have a party or something. ”

Lena sighed and moved the two chairs to the designated position as instructed by the old man.

"Now," the old man shrewdly looked around, "bring two more chairs, the more comfortable ones, and put them here, near the stove, where the shadows are hidden." ”

"What a shadow!" Lena protested, "it's noon!"

"Ahh......h

"Big ...... Probably!" Lena replied weakly.

"Good girl, bring me the chair. I'm going to set up a chair here, right here. The old man pointed to a spot in front of the fire. "It's for me. ”

"Are you going to throw a party, old man?" asked Lina, as she moved the most comfortable and suitable chair in the inn.

The phrase "party?" seemed rather new to the old man. He laughed, "That's right! It's going to be a party Klein hasn't seen since the Cataclysm! Prepare well! Lina and Veran. ”

He patted her on the shoulder, stroked her hair, turned around, and sat down with a creak of old bones.

"A glass of ale. He ordered a drink.

Lena approached and filled him a glass of ale. It wasn't until she started sweeping the floor that she remembered something: how could this old man know her name?

Evidence that the Thundering Knights once had a knight of the same name join, and whether or not there was such a great feat has gradually become a mystery due to the loss of historical materials.

Paladin, as the leader of the gods of goodness, is said to have led many good gods into this world by the orders of the gods at the beginning of the chaos. One of his images is a seventy-two-foot-long, mighty platinum dragon.

He adheres to the code of goodness and never intervenes directly in the affairs of the world, so the claim that Shuma is his incarnation is in fact only a misrepresentation. However, what historians can be sure of is that his power did indirectly affect the direction of history at that time.

In the sky of the Starfall Continent, his star seat is outside another constellation called the Spirit Gate, and it is said that he is guarding the gate and preventing the dragons from returning to the world.

After Darkness: This god named Taxis is fond of appearing as a beautiful priestess. Before there was any record of history, he understood that the human soul would be the key to ruling Klein, so he set off the War of the Gods, forcing the eighteen gods to divide into three factions and fight each other.

Later, one of them, a five-headed chromium steel dragon, set off three more dragon wars, causing great harm to the world. Sealed by Shuma, he has been planning to return to Klein and continue his hegemony.

Historians of Klein divide the entire history of Klein into several epochs. The first year of this counts an unprecedented, earth-shattering catastrophe, and divides all the years into pre-cataclysmic - post-cataclysmic. About 4,000 years before the cataclysm, it was commonly known as the Age of Dreams.

It contains the history of the creation of the gods and the reproduction of the world. The period from 4,000 to 2,500 years before the cataclysm is known as the Age of Light. 2,500 years before the Cataclysm to the time of the Cataclysm is called the Age of Power, when everything on Klein prospered and seemed to have a good future, but the dark shadows began to slowly lurk, and many factors directly or indirectly led to the tragic Cataclysm. The Dark Ages began with the Cataclysm, and culminated in three hundred and twenty years after the Cataclysm, when the people of Klein were displaced, their homes were destroyed, and they struggled to re-establish their homes and new order in the ruined ruins. Since the beginning of 332 after the cataclysm, it has been called the age of dragons by historians.

Titan: A kingdom founded 1,100 years before the Cataclysm, united with the Southern Empire in 280 years before the Cataclysm. The combination of the Pope, supported by the Titans, represented the religious and spiritual power, and the elite of the Thundering Knights became the armed forces of the kingdom, making the Titan Kingdom flourish.

All the great deeds of the kingdom were wiped off the face of the earth overnight by the cataclysm.

......

—Autumn 1853 in the Landau calendar.