Throughout the Empire of Lufondal, rumors and reports traveled like wildfire, whispered in taverns, shouted in marketplaces, carried through the channels of the Adventurer's Guild, and quietly penned into sealed letters that reached only the highest chambers of power. Word had spread, the Wrathful Death of the Solanian Peaks had fallen.
The announcement had not come from scholars or sages, nor from the imperial court itself, but from the summoned Hero, whose voice carried weight whether men liked it or not. His declaration rippled through the lands in a single night. Despite the Sacrosanctum being adamant on keeping things a secret, the Hero had other thoughts, fame and glory had blinded him, though he has never been one to see in the first place.
