Nestled deep within the treacherous peaks of Enuh stood The Chambers–the most sacred church in all of Asyralon. These hallowed grounds often whispered with the soft rustle of ceremonial robes and the warm prayers of saints. But not on this auspicious day.

Disaster is upon us! A voice called out.

Into the sanctuary burst a woman, her clothes tattered and muddy from a night of relentless running. 

Ananias, the high priest, arose. His beauty was legendary, exceeding that of the angels themselves.

Clear the room. He said. 

The other priests and vicars vanished in a cacophony of grunts and whispers, leaving only Saphira, Baalzarid, and Ananias–the great elders of the church. He motioned for her to continue. 

It’s the Demon Princess. The woman said. She has succeeded in summoning the Dark Hero of Destruction!

Then the prophecy– Baalzarid said, his chest trembling. 

It has begun, my Lord. The woman presented a sealed scroll to the elders.

Ananais stepped forward, his presence radiating quiet authority. Fear not, my children, for the gods will protect us from this lake of fire.

All hail the gods of water, rock, and wind. The elders said in unison.

He took the scroll and slowly placed a hand on the woman. Does anyone else know about this? 

No, my Lord. She said, her voice trailing. But shouldn’t we–

An ominous wind billowed from Ananais, ripping the very air from her lungs. She dropped to the ground, lifeless. 

You have done well, my child. He said. May the god of wind grant you rest. 

All hail the gods of water, rock, and wind. Their voices echoed throughout the sanctuary.