Chronicles of the Azure Heavens

I gaze up at the stars and find countless brilliant lights watching me. The threads of fate, for no apparent reason, are tangled here. Ruin, rebirth, immortality... My sword and I stand atop Locke’s towering peak. A hero’s hot blood flows beneath my feet. An aged mage sounds the bone dragon’s horn, while the dark elves of Montasha pierce nature with their pure gaze... Radiance spills from the void, and I bathe in it. Beneath the colossal throne, every living thing submits. The ancient gods, it turns out, were not immortal after all. The memories of their legacy bloom here. With my feet planted on the earth, I say: “If you choose to believe, the night sky will one day unleash rain to wash away sin, and light to guide the way forward.” I turn the wheel of cause and effect. I, Buwanga Leiluo Garcia, guardian of Riguador, the uncrowned king! My sword points to the heavens. Eternal and undying.