Sep. 20th, 2020 at 7:13 PM
In my dreams I believe I witnessed an apocalypse, or something close enough. A calamity, the moon Dalamud cracking open like an egg to spawn the primal Bahamut, a dragon of astronomical proportions.
Myself and my companions beseeched the twelve gods to grant us their power and our leader was able to...
I'm not quite sure, even now that I can try to analyze the situation without the emotional weight. Rather, will less emotional weight.
But he died, and when the dust settled Bahamut was destroyed, though not without great loss and the land itself scarred.
That world is one of cycles, astral eras of great advancement and art, and the umbral calamities to bring the world low again and bridge the astral eras. But I'm of the vague impression this is only the beginning of our troubles.
Myself and my companions beseeched the twelve gods to grant us their power and our leader was able to...
I'm not quite sure, even now that I can try to analyze the situation without the emotional weight. Rather, will less emotional weight.
But he died, and when the dust settled Bahamut was destroyed, though not without great loss and the land itself scarred.
That world is one of cycles, astral eras of great advancement and art, and the umbral calamities to bring the world low again and bridge the astral eras. But I'm of the vague impression this is only the beginning of our troubles.