Orland Calendar, year 674.
March 26th, spring.
Rolannar's streets were basked in sunshine as the Holy Sun Defender Army and the city's workers cleared away the rubble that filled the city.
Alek sat out by the ruins of the Great Temple, inside the only remaining side hall.
Utilizing the sunlight streaming through the sunwheel skylight, the pen's tip scratched the paper as he, filled with sorrow and excitement, penned the letter destined for the Dinexion Holy Court.
"To the eternally honored Throne, under the radiance of the Holy Sun, I extend my humblest greetings to you—the Prophet of the Holy Word, as the Divine Envoy.
A miracle has descended, and the blazing sun has driven away the Eternal Night Cloud that shrouded the earth.
The disaster in the Seryan region is gradually calming, the army is still sweeping out the Undead, yet the darkest hours have passed.
