Let the traveling staffs strike the earth, they said, once, twice. Tiny sprouts would grow into towering trees, and sweet dew would fall from their branches, driving away illness and poison for you.
At the edge of the universe, you were able to glimpse Their true form. They were the nurturer of all living beings, the god of that paradise, devoted to making life flourish without end. They never refused prayers, nor could They bear to witness decay and disease.
They bestowed a miracle upon the ships. A drop of sweet dew fell into the star vortex at the heart of the "Empire," and from the centers of several colossal ecological vessels, the waters of everlasting life flowed endlessly toward the masses, granting people "blessings" and "immortality."
Yet just as people prepared to enjoy the miracle of that "immortality," you took away that drop of "Abundance" dew.
After that, you announced that you were relinquishing your positions as leader of "Entropy Ash" and marshal of the "Empire." While people still believed it to be a ridiculous joke, you had already taken the dew bestowed by The Path of Abundance, along with the Empire's eight strongest "Molten Knights"—your first seven creations and Sam.
During the year after your departure, the "Empire" suffered unprecedented turmoil. Fortunately, the younger generation you had cultivated over the years was already capable of standing on its own.
But even if the "Empire" could enjoy a final burst of vitality, it would be difficult for it to regain its former glory.
Amber Era 1368, Year 32. Having cast off all responsibilities, you returned alone to Glamour Star. More than a century had passed. Free from the ravages of the Swarm Disaster, people had created unprecedented prosperity amid peace.
But after changing your appearance, you returned here once