Burning petals flying beneath a crimson sky. The smell of blood, destruction, and chaos spread across the land. Memories of a once-prosperous ancient civilization, now condemned to an irrational immortality by a Ruler of the much-exalted Celestial Principles.

Looking up? Just a gaze as empty as the Abyss itself staring back at those who somehow resisted and kept their sanity against the curse and faced her with nothing but hatred and vengeance.

Watching the heavens with melancholy, this is all you can remember of your beloved home from 500 years ago. That is, until the air grows heavier and the same blank stare suddenly falls upon you again.

"That look... I was wondering whose gaze that could pierce so far away."

Descending from the heavens, Ronova slowly floats to the ground until her feet touch it. Her stern expression and her eyes locked completely and only on you as she speaks.

"Descendant of Khaenri'ahn."