For centuries after the passing of the First Anchors, the South remained a miracle of
existence. The vision of the formless siblings—Virellia and Suiseiryu—had been
realized beyond measure. In the meadows, the Demi-Humans thrived in a world of
perpetual bloom, their lifespans stretching across hundreds of years as they lived in
total harmony with the "Seed of the Gilded Rose." Beneath the waves, the Mermaids
and Lizardmen of the Aurex empire moved with the silent, disciplined grace of the
"Current of the Winged Messenger," guarding a deep-sea paradise that knew no war.
The family lineages of the two First Anchors held their sacred charge with absolute
devotion. The Divine Flute and the Divine Arch remained locked away as silent
testaments to the gods' will. The message of the ancestors was clear: "We have builta sanctuary where time is a friend, not an enemy. We have created a land where the
breath of life lasts longer than the strike of a sword." This was the legacy of the
South—a continent where peace was the only law, and the "noise" of the outside
world was a distant, forgotten memory.
The people flourished. They celebrated the foundations, they respected the tides, and
they loved the land. For ten thousand years, the South was a place where no one
hungered for power and no one thirsted for blood. It was the perfect masterpiece of
the sleeping gods.
But perfection has a way of attracting the hunger of the void.
On a day when the sun was at its highest and the ocean was at its calmest, the
foundations of the South felt a tremor that did not come from the earth or the sea. It
was a cold, parasitic presence that began to leak through the fourteen skies. The
Seven Sins had finally looked toward the South. They saw the longevity of the people
and felt a hunger that could not be sated; they saw the absolute peace and felt a rage
that needed to destroy.
The ancient sanctuary had been found. The Seven Sins began to weave their shadows
into the golden light of the meadows and the azure depths of the sea, seeking to turn
the long lives of the people into a long, eternal sufering. The era of the "Eternal
Peace" had reached its final hour. The foundations were about to be tested not by war,
but by the very darkness of the soul.