Standing amidst the stones of what used to be the heart of Sipherion. It’s hard to explain the weight of this to anyone who hasn't studied the old chronicles. We weren't always these fractured, smaller versions of ourselves; the Empire of Atalar once held every single land under one glorious banner before the colonialist madness of Belzeen tore it all apart.
Am I the only one who feels like we’re just living in the shadows of a much greater era?