The Harbinger of Twilight
In the beginning, nine stood before the eternal fires of Noksuna. Her hypnotic flicker forever solidifying all that lived inside them, all that was their vision, all that could be from the abyss of their hearts, and all that would be from the glory of the crown. Permeated, their stares focused toward the walls of twilight. The walls they swore to defend… In the Distance, The spiraling horizons of darkness that will slowly etch it’s blackness into Lesu began to wax and wane ever-closer to the valley; Showing the Nine Templar that the boding mist will now forever burden the realm of the Astral garden… ‘less they forget their vows. The Nine being present in Juron was a testament to the oath they had all taken long ago. The Noksuna. The vow to Odin and the High Priestess Aihmsva, to guard, for all of time, the breath of the ever-nova and her hope-bearing ghosts. This war was to be lost or won in vain, for the seer has already spoke the fate that bestow those who guard the fiery tomb of the goddess, princess Aihmsva Ekunovlas.