Thousands of years before the current "noise" of the world, before the South was a
place of fractured kingdoms and petty betrayals, it was a land of pure, divine
equilibrium. Higher than the fourteen skies, in an abyss of Holy Darkness that served
as a sanctuary for the primordial, a conversation was unfolding that would define the
fate of millions.
In this holy void, two presences loomed. They were siblings—ancient, genderless,
and formless. Their bodies were not made of flesh but of shifting cosmic shadows
and radiant static, hiding their true sizes from any who might dare to look.
Below them lay the South, divided in a perfect, golden ratio. One half was a sprawling
paradise of mountain hills and sun-drenched meadows—the land of Virellia, the
Gilded Rose. The other half was a vast, crushing blue—the domain of Suiseiryu the
Aurex, the Winged Messenger.
The siblings stood at the precipice of a heartbreaking choice. The Great Draconic War
was beginning to bleed into the heavens, and their presence alone was starting to
draw destruction toward the very soil they loved. To save the South, they had to leave
it. They had to abandon their physical thrones so their people wouldn't be caught in
the crossfire of the gods.
But they would not leave their children to the mercy of chaos.Across the mortal realm, two individuals—one from the golden meadows and one
from the salt-sprayed coasts—suddenly felt their souls being pulled upward. They
were not there physically, but in this Holy Abyss, they became the sole witnesses to a
divine mandate. They fell to their knees in the physical world, their foreheads
touching the dirt, as the voices of the Siblings vibrated through their spirits.
The Voice of Virellia (Resonating like a golden bell):
"My heart breaks to leave the soil I have watered with my own light. But if we stay, our
radiance will become a beacon for our enemies. We must vanish into the tomb of
sleep."
The Voice of Suiseiryu (Vibrating like the deep ocean tide):
"Agreed, Sibling. But we shall not leave the South as an empty house. Before we fall
into the silence, we shall lay a foundation. We shall choose our anchors—rulers who
will hold the line until the cycle of the Dragon begins again."
Virellia:
"Then let us speak the words of the Covenant. Let the two who listen carry the weight
of our empires. For today, we create not just kings, but the legacy of the Gilded Rose
and the Winged Messenger."
The Holy Darkness began to swirl. The two witnesses, still trembling on their knees,
felt a surge of power that felt like liquid fire and freezing ocean water. The siblings
were about to reveal the blueprints for the first foundations of the South.