"There once ruled a great emperor, Gavienus Tobias. Fair and just, Gavienus was also a military genius with a million loyal soldiers and officers under his command. Many believed he would unite the continent of Ittoroth and bring prosperity to the humans. That belief was shattered when the man fell in love with the seductive demoness, Eglallin. The demoness corrupted the man and turned him against the God, Xemir. To deal with the betrayal, Xemir sent out his trusted servants to vanquish the traitors.
The leader of Xemir’s servants was Rowan Hamund. Rowan was once the right hand man of the emperor but he wasn’t blinded by the lies and deceit of the traitors. He knew Xemir wished to see a bright future for the humans and the god’s defeat would spell disaster for all the humans on Ittoroth. Despite facing overwhelming odds, Rowan’s loyalty towards Xemir never wavered. For his unquestionable loyalty, the man was granted the Blessing of Strength by the god and became known as the Right Arm of Xemir.
The stage was set on the Plains of Chilsor. Rowan led an estimated two hundred thousand servants of Xemir against the two million strong army under Gavienus and Eglallin. If battles were determined by numbers alone, the traitors would have easily won. However, Xemir’s servants, through their determination and belief in their god, overcame all odds and crushed the corrupted emperor and his demoness. The victory was costly as it resulted in the collapse of the empire. Yet, a brighter future for the humans was guaranteed with the death of the corrupt tyrant."
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The old man closed the book and looked down at the young boy. With a big smile, the young boy clapped his hands.
“Rowan is so amazing! I want to be like him when I grow up!”
The old man chuckled and placed a hand on the boy’s head.
“When you become king, you will have him by your side. As long as you have faith in Xemir, you will make a fine king.”
“I promise I won’t be Gavienus. He’s a monster!”
“It’s a shame I won’t see you become king, Azorius! We humans have such short lifespans and can only see so much of the world. We are always racing against time only to find that we lose that race every single time. Live your life to the fullest and serve Xemir well!”
“What happens when we die?”
The serious question caught the old man off guard. Following a lengthy pause, he regained his composure.
“We join Xemir when we die. I will see God soon, child.”
“Can the Right Arm of Xemir die?”
“No,” said the old man with a smile. “He has ascended beyond what mortals are capable of. If your faith remains strong, then Xemir may grant you a blessing and immortality. Nothing is more valuable than those two gifts from God himself.”
“If you are faithful, will Xemir grant you immortality too?”
“If my soul is the price I pay to continue serving him, then I will do without hesitation.”