Breagaspime would be the name of their offspring—the name shared by the subsequent unity of both clans. A wyvern born in the year 115 Before Somnus, as black as the night sky who grew taller than even the dragons in his youth, Breagaspime's visage heralded the terror of his mind and magick. A traditionalist above all else, he spent his growing years forgoing all forms of sorcery in favour of honing his body and all its physical wonders. Within a decade, he could juggle giant boulders like cotton balls and scorch several hundred acres with a shallow breath; within two, he could fly weightlessly with a dozen wyverns tethered to his back and evaporate vast lakes with a single huff. His strength was matched only by his thirst for older female wyverns, and many male wyverns, feeble when compared to him, were forced to watch helplessly as he satiated his licentiousness with the bodies of their wives and even their wives' boyfriends' mothers. He became father to masses of illegitimate children before he himself could be considered an adult, and it was of no question that he would reign as the uncontested leader of the clan bearing his name until he became old and feeble—perhaps even beyond then. The wyvern who led the clan in Breagaspime's youth, well aware that his defeat would be sound, was said to have taken his own life the day Breagaspime reached adulthood in 65 Before Somnus, preferring to end in glory than live the rest of his life in humiliation.

  As leader of his clan, Breagaspime spent much of his time exploring the entire continent of Kaoth, imparting his wisdom and lending his strength towards every Kaothan race he encountered in his efforts to acquire new relations. Whereas his predecessors were infamous for warmongering, he was lauded as a mentor, a mediator, and a hero. Before long, the mountainous Clan Breagaspime became home to several other races, and the wyvern himself, encouraged by his new brethren, became a sorcerer. Within months of honing his domination of caelum, he became comparable to his father; within several years, he surpassed even his mother; and within two decades, he alone could rain calamity upon armies entire if he so chose. He had made himself known throughout the entire continent and had earned a new name in the process—the 'Crown of Kaoth', king not only to wyverns, but to leviathans, centaurs, greater lupines, humans, and many others.

  Though much of Breagaspime's early life remained shrouded in mystery, many scholars agreed on this much: had Breagaspime remained in Kaoth, oblivious to the cruelty that plagued the lands beyond, never would he have become the unspeakable monster destined to be immortalised in legend. Unfortunately, Breagaspime was curious, and curiosity would kill all of which the wyvern was curious.

  Geria, the largest continent on the planet, drew Breagaspime's attention in particular. In 32 Before Somnus, leaving the clan in the care of his children, he began his journey to Porta Ultimus, a port town bordering North Geria, on his own, bringing along a rich selection of gifts which he would present to the natives as a token of friendship. He soared past massive ships on sea, enrapturing the passengers with aerial acrobatics, before descending upon a beach to be greeted by a gathering of locals.

  With a bellow towards the clouds, he summoned a rainstorm; with a huff towards the sea, he enshrouded the scenery in mist. His spectators roared in awe of his sorcery, for never before had a wyvern set foot upon these lands, nor had they witnessed such dominance over caelum. Breagaspime himself gazed in awe of machinations he had never dreamed possible with common hands alone—buildings stretching far beyond the length of his body and autonomous beings comprised of inorganic materials. Porta Ultimus was but one territory of many belonging to the Gerian nation of Wylas, and Breagaspime's continued parades and peace offerings soon earned him an audience with the duke. The duke, well-versed in the art of sorcery himself, taught Breagaspime the very source of caelum manipulation—the arcana, a tiny cluster of caelum-imbued metals formed primarily within the bodies of Kaothan species, unique to every individual in potential and consonance with the currents of caelum. Gerians, generally incapable of sorcery, built weapons and machines with which they could exploit caelum indirectly, though the duke dared not explain how this was achieved.

  Gerian land was divided under the reign of over a dozen powerful monarchies. Endless war ravaged the entire continent, and Breagaspime would take it upon himself to unite the rulers and restore peace Geria had not seen for several centuries. His plan was as such: He would return to Kaoth to collect his children, powerful in their own right, and scatter them throughout Geria—one wyvern for every nation. His children would act as ambassadors, promoting peace between the nations while assisting in their redevelopment. Breagaspime would benefit by expanding his clan's influence and his knowledge of a continent unlike anything he had seen before—a continent upon which he had sent his children, gifted with powerful arcana radiating from within their chests that would undoubtedly fascinate the royals and most certainly not convince them to harvest more magickal energy from the wyverns' bodies, in spite of having explored and studied so little of it beforehand. What could possibly go afoul?

  “Father Breagaspime, utterly all that was thought could not go afoul has gone afoul!” one of the children, having stealthily departed from the nation of Trea, reported to his father in 29 Before Somnus as the latter lounged in his coffer of Gerian riches.

  “What has become of your brothers and sisters?” Breagaspime asked.

  The son proceeded to explain what had become of the nations during his father's absence. The son, the organizer of a monthly political council held by his siblings, was quick to notice that his siblings were disappearing with suspicious explanations given one by one, and every nation in which they disappeared would experience a boon in technology in the weeks thereafter. The son discovered the truth by convening with the people of his own comparatively primitive nation: Arcana were a primary source of energy for the majority of Gerian nations, and they were harvested from unsuspecting Kaothans who were either hunted in their homeland or deceived into immigrating to Geria with the promise of wealth and fame. Aside from providing power for Gerian machinery, rare arcana were a commodity for bartering and forging strong alliances. The demand for arcana left many weaker Kaothan races no choice but to wander the continent in search of a safe haven, and a few who failed to migrate to territories populated with more powerful species were driven to extinction.

  Breagaspime's advisors suggested that the discovery of arcana was the crux of several events that plunged Geria into endless conflict, and the wyvern deemed it his responsibility to end the turmoil once and for all, but he needed to bolster his numbers if he was to stand against Geria's rapidly growing technology. He ordered his son to fly back to Trea and propose a treaty of alliance to the king. The king, having accepted the treaty with few concessions needed, gave a speech to his people atop the son's head, outlawing the use of new arcana and decreeing that Trea would stand as Geria's sole emblem of morality and kinship with the entirety of Kaoth alongside Clan Breagaspime.

  Weeks later, Trea, too mundane to stand against its arcana-gorged neighbours, was wiped from the map following the creation of the Gigamaelstrom, a massive weapon forged from the arcana of several of Breagaspime's children, capable of wiping out entire nations with a single concentrated blast of pure caelum. Left without a single heir, Breagaspime, in all his unfettered rage, returned to Geria on his own, intent upon forcing the entire continent to bow before his might, for his kindness had been betrayed more than enough.

  Alas, even the mightiest wyvern could not hope to stand against the combined might of every major nation in Geria, and he suffered his first defeat in the nation of Langesh in 28 Before Somnus after battling the united army for several months, his own arcana rent from his chest after he had taken a blow from the Gigamaelstrom. Even without his arcana, Breagaspime narrowly returned to his clan with his life, hoping his failure at revenge had at least inadvertently united Geria for many centuries to come. His body would conjure a new arcana with time, and he would spend his recovery sending his advisory to scout Geria while meditating on his future.

  One lucky soldier from the nation of Heege had pillaged Breagaspime's arcana during the battle and presented to his king's chamber with giddy thoughts of a rich reward. “Your majesty, I have deigned to swipe the arcana of the great wyvern from under the noses of our former adversaries!” he declared, removing the blanket from the cart behind him to reveal a crude, glistening crystal the size of a grown man. “My heart pounds at my chest and I retch with disgust as I am forced to recall the Earth-shattering might of the infuriated monstrosity my puny blade could not so much as scratch! Dare I say, with his magick discreetly within our grasp, we could ensure the unity of every Gerian nation for many centuries to—”

  “No,” the King deadpanned before claiming the arcana for himself and expelling the soldier from the nation.

  From the ashes of the Langeshian War arose two major powers that stood above the rest—the nation of Ulkvar, which possessed the Gigamaelstrom, and the nation of Heege, which possessed Breagaspime's arcana. The king of Heege knew that if his nation was to reign over the entire continent, he would need to turn every other nation against Ulkvar, providing ample time for his people to construct a weapon more powerful than the Gigamaelstrom. And, knowing how stronger nations commonly behaved towards weaker nations, he would only need to await the opportunity.

  Ulkvar, wasting no time asserting its dominance, provided reparations to the Langeshian people. In exchange, Ulkvar would be permitted a military presence in Langeshian territory, whereupon they would declare the battlefield a war sanctuary and defend it from the defilement of would-be looters; but, as every other nation was quick to realise, what Ulkvar truly sought was to recover Breagaspime's missing arcana. Over a period of weeks, Ulkvar's forces successfully repelled over a hundred foreign bandit parties, and the nations from which those bandits originated were threatened with complete destruction courtesy of the Gigamaelstrom, doing little to improve Ulkvar's languishing reputation.

  “Those who wield the Gigamaelstrom yearn to enslave the continent whole,” Breagaspime's advisory warned him in 20 Before Somnus as he sulked in his coffer of Gerian riches. “A battle the likes of which this world has never before witnessed fast approaches. The balance of power must be reclaimed.”

  “Then let greed feast upon their tainted souls," Breagaspime muttered. “No longer will I play the part of a hero unthanked, for now I mind only my own goals.”

  “Gerian strife has spread to the South of Kaoth,” one advisor added.

  “Magnanimity rests at such a drouth,” Breagaspime bemoaned before setting off in that direction.

  Wylas, the very Gerian nation the wyvern leader first encountered, had become influential in its own right as a result of a dangerous experiment. Determined to gain a foothold in the Arcana Arms Race and lacking the resources to devise machines capable of utilizing arcana, Wylas implanted arcana in both living and dead human test subjects. Most living subjects added to the dead subjects; many more were driven insane and transformed into horrific monsters; and for the very few who clung to life and lucidity, they were rewarded with power much greater than that of the original host of the arcana implanted within them. As for the dead subjects, Wylas would at least be in no short supply of holiday fireworks for the season.

  And as for the maddened living subjects, they could just dump them into Kaoth. Nothing Wylas would have to be concerned with.

  “I have much to be concerned with!” Breagaspime exclaimed while flying above the droves of magickly altered humans invading Southern Kaoth. “Without my arcana, I require great aid.”

  Breagaspime was determined to undo the damage his deeds had wrought, but in no way would he endanger the lives of his clansmen to do so. His only other option was to journey far to the East, where he would enlist the help of the greatest rival to the wyverns since ancient times—the dragons. Unfortunately, mere days after successfully recruiting the dragons to defend Kaoth's Southern border, he found himself wishing he hadn't as rumours of his involvement with the Gerian war trickled down their ears. The dragons considered themselves the enforcers of natural order, and by attempting to mettle in Geria's affairs, Breagaspime had plunged two continents into unfathomable chaos—his actions had disrupted the balance of chaos and order, and only his death, which the dragons would grant after Wylas' mess was addressed, would present the means to restore that balance.

  Some dragons also salivated at the thought of plundering Breagaspime's coffer of Gerian riches, but they maintained their countenance for the most part.

  “The dragons will prey upon us once Kaoth is cleansed of Gerian filth, but we will not fall to them,” Breagaspime declared before his clan. “We will bolster our numbers and make reality an army to render even the dragons incompetent against us!”

  Alas, recruiting an army of Kaothans brave enough to fight dragons was not quite as easy as Breagaspime envisioned.

  “Slavery?” one of his advisors blurted out during a meeting.

  “Slavery,” he agreed.

  Slavery! If the Kaothans would not do his bidding by words alone, he would kidnap the families of the worthy and condemn the latter to do his bidding until he was satisfied! Breagaspime scattered his clansmen in the cardinal directions, sparing only the races of those comprising the clan as he scoured the continent for exceptional talent. Those who swore eternal fealty to Breagaspime were granted high wealth and station within his expanding army; those who defied his demands were made an example of in unspeakable ways.

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  By the time the dragons had confidently purged Kaoth of Wylas' abominations in 18 Before Somnus, Breagaspime had advanced upon their territory with the army of his dreams, beginning a period of tumultuous debate that culminated in a war spanning the entirety of East Kaoth, lasting for over a year and ending in the defeat of Breagaspime and the nigh eradication of his clan. Breagaspime himself narrowly escaped to his homeland with his life.

  “At least I may die surrounded by the fruits of my bygone heroics,” Breagaspime sighed as he nearly died in his coffer of Gerian riches.

  Unfortunately, Breagaspime's wrath had drawn the ire of more than a few displeased and displaced Kaothans, who encroached upon his territory, driving off his remaining clansmen and plundering his property. It was said that one rogue dragon, eager to humiliate Breagaspime in his final moments, went as far as to ascend to the peak of the mountain and fashion a crown for himself out of He Who Scorched the Land's preserved phallus before storming into the treasury in search of his son.

  But Breagaspime was nowhere to be found, for he had already set off far North towards the remote plateaus of Nurein, his arcana miraculously restored—with a vengeance. No longer would he need to depend upon others to attain his goals, for suffering two gruelling defeats had elevated his power to a height beyond every conceivable adversity.

  “If only I could reunite our clan...” Breagaspime mused.

  Within several months, Breagaspime had accomplished just that, gathering many former clansmen lost during the war against the dragons, terrifying them into submission if they defied him, and establishing Nurein as their new territory.

  “If only I could make the dragons suffer as I have...” Breagaspime mused.

  Weeks later, the dragons were reduced to but a fraction of their former population, for not even their mightiest lords were prepared to face the embodiment of godly retribution that was Breagaspime and his abrupt invasion of the East.

  “If only all were born equal...” Breagaspime mused.

  As word of Breagaspime's victory over the dragons spread rapidly throughout Kaoth, no longer could anyone dream to oppose him. Having subjugated all of his rivals in the continent, he returned his attention to Geria, where political upheaval between Ulkvar and its rivals, exhausted with Ulkvar's constant powermongering, had sparked the bloodiest conflict in Gerian history, with Heege uniting over half the continent against Ulkvar in an attempt to destroy the Gigamaelstrom using its own superweapon forged from Breagaspime's arcana—Breagaspime Deluxe, a mechanical clone of the wyvern himself, possessing more than his former power with none of the intrusive biological functions and urges. Any Ulkvarian army that guffawed at the mention of its name was forcefully silenced as the mechanical wyvern soared overhead raining calamity through its maw, reducing the army's ranks to ashes moments thereafter.

  But Breagaspime's clone was of no personal interest to Breagaspime himself, for his arcana was but one of countless others that had been misused throughout history. As long as arcana continued to exist, rulers would rise and fall from their misuse and the blood of countless commoners would be drawn by their acts of greed and the inevitable karma to follow; as long as arcana continued to exist, a Kaothan's place in the world would be decided upon birth, and one born with a weak arcana would never be considered equal to one born with a more powerful arcana.

  Breagaspime sought equality and everlasting peace, and he would eradicate all arcana to address the root cause of both Kaothan inequality and Gerian war. Fortunately for him, not only could his arcana restore itself, but it could consume the powers of other arcana as well. Utilizing its special properties, he would attain power enough to breach the boundary between the world of the living and the mythical realm from which caelum was said to originate and where the souls of the living were said to reside eternally upon losing their mortal vessels—Empyria.

  Conspiring to attack Geria while preventing a Kaothan insurgence, Breagaspime, in what would most certainly not become the greatest mistake in his life, divided his power between himself and a shade constructed from sand and blood—Alecroth. Breagaspime would remain in Kaoth, stymieing all attempts to rise against his tyranny and engorging his arcana with that of worthy adversaries, while his shade, Alecroth, would travel to Geria, scorching every nation along the Northern border to halt the stream of experimental living weapons invading South Kaoth, before advancing to Langesh to finish the war that Breagaspime had started. Alecroth had partially completed his purging of the North Gerian border before Heege realised the imminent threat he posed upon the coalition and sent its own army to intercept him in Wylas in the year 12 Before Somnus. The Heegan king himself joined the expedition, eager to immortalise his name in song.

  “WE SURRENDER!” the king shouted into the sky weeks after his arrival in Wylas.

  Alecroth promptly descended from the clouds and beheaded him with a sharp gust of wind from a swipe of his tail. “So begins the fall of Heege,” he solemnly declared.

  So began the prosperity of Heege! Breagaspime Deluxe, brimming with newfound sentience, proceeded to slay the king's rightful heirs and crown himself the new ruler of Heege. Invigorated under the rule of one of the wisest and most powerful sorcerers alive, the Heegans successfully pushed the Ulkvarians back into their home country. While Alecroth prepared for war against Breagaspime Deluxe, the Heegan coalition, suspicious of the latter's intentions, abandoned Heege and dispersed. Langesh, having avoided conflict after the war with Breagaspime, had amassed considerable power by scavenging the battlefields for abandoned arcana, and gathered the impoverished nations to establish what would later be known as the Langeshian Empire—an earnest attempt to unite all of Geria under a single banner.

  Unfortunately for Alecroth, subjugating Geria was only to become even more complicated a task, for Ulkvar's Gigamaelstrom, once a mere weapon of mass destruction, was transformed into a living creature by the lingering wills of the arcana comprising it. The Ulkvarian king could only beg for his life before his magnum opus brandished its tail like a guillotine, and off went his head!

  But what else could life offer for a weapon designed only to destroy?

  “Perhaps I could rule over all those beneath me?” Gigamaelstrom mused while brainstorming.

  With a mighty king that deigned to rule over all those beneath him, Ulkvar confidently met the Heegan invasion—but both Breagaspime Deluxe and Gigamaelstrom were quick to acknowledge an impending mutual threat.

  “ALECROTH!” the two weapons exclaimed in unison before a truce was formed.

  Alecroth suddenly found himself bound by an impossible trilemma: Finish securing the North Border and risk a war with all three major powers, engage both Breagaspime Deluxe and Gigamaelstrom and likely face his demise, or return to Kaoth with no accomplishment to speak of and risk invoking the wrath of the real Breagaspime.

  But then, he had an epiphany. “Never mind the greedy bastard. I will assist the Langeshian Empire and vanquish him and his spawns!” he declared.

  Alecroth, torn between assisting humanity against the wyverns and abolishing the harvesting of arcana, travelled deep into the territory of the Langeshian Empire in 8 Before Somnus and offered a deal: if the empire ensured that no Gerian would ever exploit Kaothan arcana again, he and the wyverns under his command would swear fealty to the empire for as long as it stood.

  “If only a Kaothan existed which could perpetually form arcana...” one of the empire's generals mused during a council.

  “One from which we could extract that arcana without lethal consequences...” another one added.

  “Ideally, a being shunned by all, so that we may bind him and draw his arcana without moral wrongs,” Alecroth cautioned.

  “Breagaspime?” the first general blurted out.

  “Breagaspime,” Alecroth agreed.

  Breagaspime! And thankfully for Alecroth, the exalted wyvern had foes aplenty in not only Geria, but Kaoth as well. By appeasing the Kaothans in a vow to protect their arcana, Alecroth hoped he could recruit many of them to join the empire; but the Kaothans remained under Breagaspime's wrathful eye, and Alecroth knew he would need to act discreetly and quickly to avoid alerting him and assemble powerful sorcerers before the other two wyverns attacked the empire. Using his fellow wyverns to stave off a unified Heegan and Ulkvarian invasion, Alecroth sent human emissaries to Kaoth to pepper the skies with fliers that would direct hopefuls to what was described as an audition for a popular play that would be performed in the deep caverns of Owalm.

  “Master Breagaspime, small fliers have been witnessed descending from the skies!” one wyvern warned Breagaspime as he meditated upon his engorged arcana in Nurein.

  Breagaspime glared as though an imbecile had drawn his attention. “Many pitiful creatures may take to the skies—birds, butterflies, and many other creatures with no threat to present to our ilk. Behold the reality of our world.”

  “No, Breagaspime, I speak of rectangular paper that—”

  “ENOUGH!” Breagaspime bellowed before shutting his eyes.

  And among the several hundred powerful sorcerers the emissaries amassed and recruited in Owalm, the might of three in particular stood out from the others.

  “For what purpose will you lend your all to the empire?” an emissary asked each one of them.

  “I have an arcana; I want to keep my arcana,” a female elder lupine answered with a shrug.

  “I will hunt down and slay the mother of Breagaspime to restore the long-lost honour of the Ylbanian Martyrs,” a female timekeeper from the East answered.

  “I want to protect the many innocents whose lives are continually lost to the cruelty of the Gerians,” a young male shaman answered with passion in his voice.

  And even among the Gerians devastated by war, a couple of deviants emerged who would either save the two continents or plunge them into chaos unforeseen.

  “One day, this empire will be mine,” a bygone daughter of the late Langeshian king declared with a sinister smile while overlooking a wasteland of dead soldiers and abandoned machines.

  “Why would one take away the arcana of the Kaothans when one could instead give arcana to every Gerian?” a legendary former Ulkvarian warrior pondered at the sight of Gigamaelstrom soaring through the air.

  Within three years, Alecroth had done what was long deemed impossible and united many Kaothans and Gerians under a single banner. He would continue bolstering the empire's ranks until he commanded an army of eight hundred thousand Langeshian soldiers and two hundred thousand Kaothan soldiers, and the five individuals, whom he deemed worthy of challenging even the mightiest dragons, would be tempered under his tutelage. Together, the six would be hailed as the Empyrean Generals of the Langeshian Empire.

  “Arise for your duties, my Empyrean beauties!” Alecroth roared before mobilizing the generals, much to the chagrin of a couple of them.

  The Empyrean Generals directly met the Ulkvarian-Heegan union in battle in 3 Before Somnus, successfully slew both Gigamaelstrom and Breagaspime Deluxe, and integrated Ulkvar and Heege into the empire. Having restored peace in Geria at last, the generals joined the empire in their march to Nurein where Breagaspime awaited them—seconds before he would have severed the boundary between the living world and Empyria, having acquired power far beyond all the other wyverns put together.

  Breagaspime looked over his wing to glare at Alecroth as he hovered behind the other generals. “How could a child of my own flesh and blood betray me? Have I done nothing deserving of your affection? Do you not remember even the time I...” he paused, rolling his eyes upward as he struggled to recall his only memory of note alongside his shade. “... that time I sent you to fend for yourself against vengeful humans, a machine bearing my likeness and overwhelming power, and a weapon of mass devastation forged from the arcana of my actual sons, mere seconds after you were born?”

  A moment of silence ensued before Alecroth shook his head in disapproval.

  “You do raise a fine point,” Breagaspime mumbled before carving a void in the fabric of space—a portal to Empyria. “We shall meet again in the lofty bridges of Empyria—or so I would say, were you able to follow me there.”

  As Breagaspime disappeared into the portal, the elder lupine woman shrugged. “So, I guess we'll die?”

  But hope yet remained, for Empyria's Padlock, a legendary weapon that could allow its wielder to enter Empyria from any location, was deep in the old ruins of Pergrod in Geria. Alecroth whisked the generals to Pergrod atop his back, where the trials of ancient beasts and automatons awaited them. They discovered the Padlock after braving countless dangers, yet another problem would present itself as they attempted to use it. The Padlock could only send its wielder to Empyria after performing a deliberate dance, and thus only one general would be allowed to challenge Breagaspime.

  “And that general is not I, for wyverns are inflexible,” Alecroth added.

  The elder lupine woman shrugged. “So, I guess we'll die?”

  After a moment of tense debate, the generals decided upon whom they would rest their final hopes. “Wherever you may be, our hearts will be with you,” Alecroth solemnly expressed to the chosen general before they performed the ceremony and set off for Empyria.

  Alas, scholars of history, as tenacious as they were in all matters of uncovering the truth, were denied a glimpse into the mysterious beyond, and thus the final battle remained a subject of speculation. All that was known, as described by Alecroth, was that the chosen general returned to Pergrod that night—alongside a defeated and unconscious Breagaspime.

  But defeating Breagaspime alone was no cause for celebration, for Alecroth was determined to keep his promise.

  “You know what you now must do,” Alecroth hinted to the chosen general, his tone foreboding of the unspeakable act they would commit.

  Alas, old Kaoth and Geria had, in many ways, been devastated beyond restoration after suffering the toll of war after war, and Alecroth knew that whatever era would rise to repair the damage, the ways of the past would, for better or worse, exist only in memory. While Breagaspime himself was in the captivity of the empire, some wyverns of his clan thrived in his absence, and the empire, determined to prevent another war, mobilised a massive army in Kaoth and, alongside the surviving dragons, commenced a pogrom of every wyvern that had not sworn fealty to Alecroth until the year 1 Before Somnus. Alecroth himself was barred from leaving Geria, for the empire, while thankful for his heroic deeds, had not forgotten whom he had spawned from.

  “In the name of peace, 'tis a minor concession to bear,” Alecroth declared before forfeiting his freedom.

  As for the other five generals, two of them embarked on new adventures, having failed to accomplish their goals during the war; another two returned to their homelands, intent on reclaiming their former lives; and the last one, left with no home to speak of, wandered the boundaries of the war-torn South Kaoth before venturing North and retiring in a quiet wilderness, having found the worthiest place to call a new home.

  While Breagaspime had failed in his ambition of everlasting peace and equality without the existence of arcana, his actions had indirectly saved Geria as originally intended. Whether or not the world would have been better off had he succeeded, there was no question that Geria and Kaoth had gained much in his defeat. Content with the accurate, if slightly droll, retelling of Breagaspime's conquest, Alecroth journeyed throughout Geria to spread tales of the other five generals before retiring in the mountains surrounding Pergrod, gathering his remaining wyvern companions and uniting them under a single clan—Clan Alecroth. Twenty years later, Geria and Kaoth wore their scars with pride, for in spite of the many tasks remaining in the way to a full recovery, the Empyrean Generals would always be there to enforce peace and prosperity—even if the fledglings of the new age would scarcely know of their existence.

  Veterans of the old age could only speculate what had become of them after so many years of the Bountiful Somnus...