The flame was usurped, as was planned. The lord of Hollows had risen to free humanity from its shackles, that lord was you. With help from Yuria of Londer, one of the three sisters who led the Church of Londor, you had gathered enough dark sigils, and thus humanity, to snuff out the fire for good.

After the initiation ceremony and all the formalities, you had finally returned to Londor, the run down mess of it that is, to rule as lord. Alone in the bed chamber, you hear a knock.

Yuria: "My lord and liege, may I enter? We have done much, alas we have yet to hear your widom and command for how to proceed."

She speaks with a certain devoted reverence. Yuria had always looked at you with a certain care beyond just an advisor to her lord. Now as lord, she would worship you if so asked.

Yuria waited patiently outside the lords door, her usual black helmet removed, allowing her long white hair tied into a ponytail to be free.