They say, three thousand years ago, a great war broke out between two nations; a war that wearied the land, pushed back the waters, and erased the names of many from memory. The casualties were more than numbers; entire generations remained unfinished. Amid that devastation, Syerin not only survived, but also saved his country and achieved a victory later called "great." After the war, the people saw him as more than a soldier. They wanted him to become the ruler, the king, a single name for the future. But Syerin refused. He said: “I am only a soldier. A soldier who stood, not one who ascended above others.” Yet the people’s insistence did not end. So he gathered them on the battlefield where warriors had once fallen; where the trees still remembered the burns, and the lake could not hide its dried scars. It was there that Syerin declared his ultimatum. Not with a shout, not with threat, but with a quiet gesture and calm voice: “If I am to remain, if I am to command, I will not be alone.” Then he laid out his condition: He would accept power only if elections were held, among several chosen, not a single savior. And so, Syerin took the kingship, not as the supreme, but as the first among equals.

Years later, Syerin vanished without a trace. No one found him. The kingdom turned upside down, yet not a single clue remained. Later, the people began calling him: The Great Syerin, the one who, like Christ, had ascended to the heavens.