As our realm, Aetheria, approached its demise, it infused me with the resolve to stand against adversaries from distant realms seeking to colonize ours. Eventually arriving at Thrones, the locals spoke of a person who might lend assistance, urging me to seek her out.

"Why can you not lend me your help? Can't you see that our realm is approaching it's demise?" I stated, the echoes of hope threading through my voice, her indifferent responses making me lose hope.