The Second Grand War.
Ambition ran rampant, stimulated by the darkness of the times.
Shallow ambition.
Deep ambition.
There was a clear definition between the two in those days. Those who had been waiting for a shift in their lives rode the wave of chaos to either better themselves or to burn down everything they loathed in the world, thus creating a split.
Fear had been dominant for a long time but then, news of vessels that carried portions of the consciousnesses of Deities spread throughout Feinheath and reached even Opungale, giving people hope.
Suddenly, the image of the greatest symbol of calamity in history didn't seem so scary anymore, especially after a specific rumour, one that was true, was told.
A man, a Royal Knight close to the King's side had been ordained to be a perfect vessel for a portion of the most revered Deity, Quintess.
A man by the name Rayn.