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Naria places her palm on Beata's chest and, like a magnet, the twelve fragments of Akonia within her body attract the thirteenth, which had clung to the rogue's heart and soul. Fortunately for the latter, the heart of Hopelessness had captured her essence only recently, so the procedure passed without adverse consequences, though there was still little pleasant about it. However, the incident was not yet resolved. When the source of her years of agony returned to her, Naria and the three present—Klin, Erephir, and Beata—were granted an ancient memory of one of the saints, Akonia.
She was like the sun, and we, the so-called saints, were unable to take our eyes off the majestic luminary before us. Arselia provided all of us and every mortal with her light and warmth, without which the paradise civilization that existed on Anuzish at that time would have been impossible.
— Who am I? He-he... Indeed, who? I wish I knew the answer to that question myself.
Was this answer to my question true? I had no way to verify it, but we all knew that she had come into this world before any of us. Singularities like us possessed too incompatible natures and held the potential to introduce large-scale changes to the entire world; nevertheless, under her leadership, we managed not only to coexist with one another but also to work together for the common good. Just as Selene, the Moon, was regarded by many as an avatar of the Sun before the celestial invasion began—and later, after the war started, as a divine avatar of Anuzish—Arselia's own words never confirmed or denied any of these theories.
And yet, where did she come from?
The Lunarians falsely took Risha, who created them, to be the first divine incarnation of Anuzish—Lunaria—unaware that they were nothing more than energy generators for her, hence their unusual form of reproduction. And since they were the creation of an otherworldly goddess, the world could not allow them to rule over its expanses and numerous children. Rufus, the god of fire, granted humans the tools to fight creations of otherworldly magic, but who led them in this struggle? Arselia. We, the other saints, appeared only during the process. None of us had a childhood; we emerged in an unchanging form from the first day of our existence.
While the mortals led by Arselia fought the Lunarians, the gods opposed Risha on a higher plane of existence. The war ended with the victory of the "locals," but to avoid a repeat conflict with the otherworldly goddess, a treaty was concluded according to which her creations (including those born during the "struggle" with Rufus) were to be "naturalized." For reasons unknown to any of us, Arselia managed to carry out this process, which served as the beginning of her divine legend.
After the war ended, Arselia took charge of human civilization, and it spread far beyond Farellia—across the entire world. She held no titles; she was not a queen, empress, or goddess; she was simply called Arselia. She guided human settlements, healed, taught, and inspired hope. Her radiant image, wisdom, and love for people helped mortals overcome their natural spiritual and moral limitations and find virtue within and grace without. This era was truly boring; back then, there was little sense in keeping chronicles, as every day, week, month, and year passed in carefree same-day routine. There was no hunger, war, or natural disaster, and the people living in universal prosperity and inspired by Arselia's radiant image felt no need to intentionally harm one another.
Paradise on Anuzish came to an end with the arrival of the celestials who followed the route opened by Risha.
Since time immemorial, mortals on Anuzish perceived the concept of a falling star as a symbol of luck, but one day the entire sky was strewn with them—only these were not meteors with cosmic ore, but ruthless invaders.
Most of them looked as if they had emerged from the ocean depths or some other abyss, but there were also those who took human form—the universe itself dictated such a rule. Accordingly, some of them were relatively weak and quite killable, while others were endowed with god-like power. Some were giant in size, trampling mortal cities with their colossal feet. Others appeared as attractive humans and tried to deceive people. There were those who took the form of sentient weapons, such as a sword floating in the air.
Be that as it may, the arrival of the celestials was not peaceful: from the very first days, they began to plunder the natural riches of Anuzish and kidnap mortals to study and further practically use their "biomaterials"—blood, bones, and flesh. The former was used as energy for their spells and apparatuses, while the latter was used to create new combat units—grotesque-looking monsters.
Humans, Lunarians, and other sentient beings of Anuzish had to unite once more under Arselia's banner to repel them. It was a difficult time, fraught with world-scale destruction and enormous losses of human and other lives.
Once, I and ----------, another saint, defeated Aivel, who served as a beacon for the celestials through cosmic space. I received a curse from her, the existence of which I never learned about, but this event was also fateful for ----------.
— Are you sure that this is absolutely necessary?
If my strength lay in absolute defense and Ruby's in total destruction, then for ---------- it was empathy, and this ability, among other things, allowed her to adopt certain aspects of the nature of other sentient beings.
— In these difficult times on Anuzish, any help will be useful! — Despite the gruesome background of this plan, she answered in a cheerful voice as always, as if she were going for some carefree shopping rather than handling a serious matter. — Besides, if lost souls can find a new home on Anuzish, that would be beautiful in its own way.
After the victory over Aivel, she converted her own being into that of a celestial and became a beacon for mortals from other worlds. I have never seen her since, but according to her wishes, I used my own blood to summon inhabitants of other worlds. The first such person was a red-haired swordswoman.
She was not happy about being summoned to Anuzish and demanded in every way to be returned home. It took great effort to explain to her that this was impossible. Despite the initial disagreements, she eventually reconciled with her fate and we even became friends, but in the end, we had to part ways—I sent her south to help Nammu Ai. I wanted to see her after the war ended, but it was not meant to be.
Time passed and we finally managed to destroy almost all the celestials, however, that was not the end. The curse Aivel left me as a farewell matured for a long time and finally made itself known. It was a simple lie that arose in the subconscious of my mind, and in my arrogance, I believed it. "Learning" that Arselia had decided to abandon her duties to live a life with a mortal she was allegedly in love with, I killed her in a rage. In Arselia's final moments, she shared a piece of her essence with me, but her followers did not forgive me for such treachery. I also could not turn a blind eye to their activities; the Lunarian who led Arselia's cult intended to rewrite history in an attempt to wash away the shame of his people, which I could not allow. My brothers and sisters turned away from the world of mortals, but I led legions of the dispossessed and embittered during the war... And I lost.
Now, more than 5000 years later, it becomes clearly visible that all the grief and chaos that befell the mortals of Anuzish grows out of my transgression and the retribution of the cunning Aivel.
The memory ends.
She was like the sun, and we, the so-called saints, were unable to take our eyes off the majestic luminary before us. Arselia provided all of us and every mortal with her light and warmth, without which the paradise civilization that existed on Anuzish at that time would have been impossible.
— Who am I? He-he... Indeed, who? I wish I knew the answer to that question myself.
Was this answer to my question true? I had no way to verify it, but we all knew that she had come into this world before any of us. Singularities like us possessed too incompatible natures and held the potential to introduce large-scale changes to the entire world; nevertheless, under her leadership, we managed not only to coexist with one another but also to work together for the common good. Just as Selene, the Moon, was regarded by many as an avatar of the Sun before the celestial invasion began—and later, after the war started, as a divine avatar of Anuzish—Arselia's own words never confirmed or denied any of these theories.
And yet, where did she come from?
The Lunarians falsely took Risha, who created them, to be the first divine incarnation of Anuzish—Lunaria—unaware that they were nothing more than energy generators for her, hence their unusual form of reproduction. And since they were the creation of an otherworldly goddess, the world could not allow them to rule over its expanses and numerous children. Rufus, the god of fire, granted humans the tools to fight creations of otherworldly magic, but who led them in this struggle? Arselia. We, the other saints, appeared only during the process. None of us had a childhood; we emerged in an unchanging form from the first day of our existence.
While the mortals led by Arselia fought the Lunarians, the gods opposed Risha on a higher plane of existence. The war ended with the victory of the "locals," but to avoid a repeat conflict with the otherworldly goddess, a treaty was concluded according to which her creations (including those born during the "struggle" with Rufus) were to be "naturalized." For reasons unknown to any of us, Arselia managed to carry out this process, which served as the beginning of her divine legend.
After the war ended, Arselia took charge of human civilization, and it spread far beyond Farellia—across the entire world. She held no titles; she was not a queen, empress, or goddess; she was simply called Arselia. She guided human settlements, healed, taught, and inspired hope. Her radiant image, wisdom, and love for people helped mortals overcome their natural spiritual and moral limitations and find virtue within and grace without. This era was truly boring; back then, there was little sense in keeping chronicles, as every day, week, month, and year passed in carefree same-day routine. There was no hunger, war, or natural disaster, and the people living in universal prosperity and inspired by Arselia's radiant image felt no need to intentionally harm one another.
Paradise on Anuzish came to an end with the arrival of the celestials who followed the route opened by Risha.
Since time immemorial, mortals on Anuzish perceived the concept of a falling star as a symbol of luck, but one day the entire sky was strewn with them—only these were not meteors with cosmic ore, but ruthless invaders.
Most of them looked as if they had emerged from the ocean depths or some other abyss, but there were also those who took human form—the universe itself dictated such a rule. Accordingly, some of them were relatively weak and quite killable, while others were endowed with god-like power. Some were giant in size, trampling mortal cities with their colossal feet. Others appeared as attractive humans and tried to deceive people. There were those who took the form of sentient weapons, such as a sword floating in the air.
Be that as it may, the arrival of the celestials was not peaceful: from the very first days, they began to plunder the natural riches of Anuzish and kidnap mortals to study and further practically use their "biomaterials"—blood, bones, and flesh. The former was used as energy for their spells and apparatuses, while the latter was used to create new combat units—grotesque-looking monsters.
Humans, Lunarians, and other sentient beings of Anuzish had to unite once more under Arselia's banner to repel them. It was a difficult time, fraught with world-scale destruction and enormous losses of human and other lives.
Once, I and ----------, another saint, defeated Aivel, who served as a beacon for the celestials through cosmic space. I received a curse from her, the existence of which I never learned about, but this event was also fateful for ----------.
— Are you sure that this is absolutely necessary?
If my strength lay in absolute defense and Ruby's in total destruction, then for ---------- it was empathy, and this ability, among other things, allowed her to adopt certain aspects of the nature of other sentient beings.
— In these difficult times on Anuzish, any help will be useful! — Despite the gruesome background of this plan, she answered in a cheerful voice as always, as if she were going for some carefree shopping rather than handling a serious matter. — Besides, if lost souls can find a new home on Anuzish, that would be beautiful in its own way.
After the victory over Aivel, she converted her own being into that of a celestial and became a beacon for mortals from other worlds. I have never seen her since, but according to her wishes, I used my own blood to summon inhabitants of other worlds. The first such person was a red-haired swordswoman.
She was not happy about being summoned to Anuzish and demanded in every way to be returned home. It took great effort to explain to her that this was impossible. Despite the initial disagreements, she eventually reconciled with her fate and we even became friends, but in the end, we had to part ways—I sent her south to help Nammu Ai. I wanted to see her after the war ended, but it was not meant to be.
Time passed and we finally managed to destroy almost all the celestials, however, that was not the end. The curse Aivel left me as a farewell matured for a long time and finally made itself known. It was a simple lie that arose in the subconscious of my mind, and in my arrogance, I believed it. "Learning" that Arselia had decided to abandon her duties to live a life with a mortal she was allegedly in love with, I killed her in a rage. In Arselia's final moments, she shared a piece of her essence with me, but her followers did not forgive me for such treachery. I also could not turn a blind eye to their activities; the Lunarian who led Arselia's cult intended to rewrite history in an attempt to wash away the shame of his people, which I could not allow. My brothers and sisters turned away from the world of mortals, but I led legions of the dispossessed and embittered during the war... And I lost.
Now, more than 5000 years later, it becomes clearly visible that all the grief and chaos that befell the mortals of Anuzish grows out of my transgression and the retribution of the cunning Aivel.
The memory ends.