Prologue

There is a stone obelisk that can be found across the land. Near the entrance of the great city Auora. In the center of a battlefield known as the Field of Blades. At the top of a giant tree that sprung from a spiraling archipelago. In the throne room of a castle made of black steel and infernal ruby. On a golden dragon’s back. Even an unassuming river where fisherman often find their quarry. And many more.

Carved into the stone obelisk was the name of a guild. A guild’s whose accomplishment deserved recognition. The builders of this land were ever impressed by their abilities. This guild was known as Daybreak.

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These obelisks would not be permeant. The land especially was built to fade away one day. Its earth was a woven matrix of textures and polygons. Its sky was a digital empyrean with only 17 possible clouds. The sun was a revolving blob of light that provided no warmth. The obelisk was placed on a foundation that could easily disappear, but the memories of the days and nights that lead to these obelisks would be remembered by those of the guild.