“We are far from free men in a world that never changes…” A voice dragged across the snow.

  “An unknown god of ancient times once said that the Lotus Crystals have the power to bless new beginnings in the land of Eurafalia. Throughout each stage of history, the crystal light seen shining from the heavens would gift its children down below,” a grand scribe narrated in the Cathedral of Dreams.

  A world of optimism and hope is an idea that is most sought after by humanity. These ideas continue to run throughout the land of its chosen prophets. Eurafalia was now transformed into a realm where only certain ones would be lucky enough to be primed for a life greater than the rest of humanity. At least, that was the consensus most held during the olden days. Freedom was a wonderous tale that seemed too far out of reach to exist in the real world possibly.

  On the frontlines of a battle, two colliding sides continued to hang their banners high into the heavens. The war commenced with a gory, crimson painting atop Eurafalia’s floors in Graceland. The testament of time had changed once more, as creatures fought desperately against one another, creating massive bloodshed throughout the lands. The ones who stood against these ambitious times watched the downfall of morality while they sat high upon the mountaintops.

  The scribe continued walking past a couple of monuments in the cathedral. Dragons, serpent men, and sinister beasts from tall tales stared deeply into his soul with marble eyes. “It was this said blessing that rose the Crystal Shardbearers out of the shadows and into the frontlines of a deadly war, carrying forth the might of the Lotus Blade.”

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  The blade’s power could usurp the gods that ruled among them. It was now a blade of true chaos, no longer one of tranquility, a blade that warped the darkness deep in the hearts of every man and woman who wielded it. “The Shardbearers on the frontlines became creatures of insanity due to the violence and destruction of their world.” The scribe turned to the crafted stone statues of the monsters.

  “Insanity…” Soon enough, those creatures made of stone would awaken and become the very dark essence the Lotus Crystals promised to protect the world from. “It is this insanity that brings forth the darkness of every soul, forcing ambition in our world… all for power.”

  The scribe echoed, “A new era now dawns after the fall of Legends, so the world’s conflict for power will finally begin. It will be a journey for its hero to either rise in power or to eliminate all of it for the good of our world…”

  “In Eurafalia, this time in history was remembered as the first Chronicle of the Lotus Wars,” the man reflected, looking into the Lotus Crystal sun that appeared to be slowly falling from the sky. A change had been brought upon the world, one where the ambition of humankind would be the deciding factor in the future of humanity. “…one where this realm's fate falls upon those who walk in the light, and those who serve the darkness.”

  “This is only the beginning of a new era.”