From the III Annals of the Ancestral Kingdom of AnsaraTome IV, Epigraph XXIICompiled in the year 2783 A.D.A. (Anno Domini AEON)by , Minister of History
Time spares no kingdom. It grinds mountains to dust, crowns to rust, and men to memory.
Yet in the years 2739–2741 A.D.A., time did more than move—it shifted.
Those who lived them felt only the crack of steel and the weight of duty.
Those who came after discerned the truth: the age itself had turned.
2739 A.D.A — The Spark
It began, as great tragedies often do, with a single blade drawn in the wrong forest.
Near Coronas, Dragon General Elisabetta Mariana de Varona crossed the Rhodarian line and slew Rolando du Sakar of the Black Turtle Army.
To Rhodar, it was murder; to Ansara, reprisal. Between the two, only wolves and wind were impartial.
Then came the accusation that echoed through the tribes:
that Kerchak, Thunder-Breathing Bear of the Radon Woods, had been slain by Ansaran hands.
Truth drowned beneath outcry. The Frontier stirred like a waking beast.
Earthworks smouldered.
Scouts vanished.
Caravans burned in the night.
In the ninth month, Felitia du Venteria, the Red Phoenix High Commander, struck at Mount David.
Her flames found only stone and discipline.
The attack failed.
Thus, the Ninth Rhodar–Ansara War
The Iron Maiden’s Gambit
Early in the campaign, the gods of war gathered to judge three lives.
Elisabetta walked into an ambush forged by Bulo du Sakar and Felitia herself.
Outnumbered, she carved her way free—
leaving Bulo maimed, Felitia wounded, and the Rhodarian command shaken.
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From this clash was born the legend of
There, history first recorded the name Elisha Nil Radomia—
a boy from Radom, once without lineage, title, or past.
He slipped through the chaos like a shadow, shattered a siege point, and pulled the Ansaran army from the jaws of annihilation.
Rhodar placed him ninety-fifth on their Cleansing List.
A curious honour for one so young—and so mortal.
Assassins hunted him.
One nearly succeeded, leaving him grievously wounded.
For months, he vanished, and whispers claimed his rise had ended before it truly began.
2740 A.D.A — The Fall of Pellam
Then, in the cold of the second month, Elisha returned.
He stormed Pellam, the last Rhodarian city on the Frontier, alone, under moonlight.
He shattered its gates, routed its garrison, and held the breach until Elisabetta and Commander Sebastian arrived to claim the impossible.
For the first time in six centuries, the border shifted.
The Lion King Johan III bestowed upon them the Grand Medal of Heroes.
Elisha was raised to Lieutenant, and the noble houses murmured—some in praise, others in envy.
2741 A.D.A — The Maiden Ascends
In this year, Elisabetta consumed shards of a which the ancients also called .
The stone’s ancient brilliance drove her toward sainthood at twenty-three, second only to Lirian de Mikaeli in the annals of cultivation.
Some cried impropriety.
Houses Corina, Renato, and Varona supported her.
The King’s silence became assent.
Thus, another pillar of the age was set.
Shadows Beneath the Wars
While nations bled openly, a different struggle spread beneath the notice of kings.
The Liberation Brotherhood resurfaced—
speaking of equality, condemning the Temple’s excess,
and offering hope where law had offered only obedience.
They were hunted in daylight
and welcomed in alleyways.
Their flame smouldered in places where armies could not march.
Two minor rumours of this period survive, though neither proved fruitful:
First, that a beggar named Mikael, caretaker of a small Radom orphanage, was in truth the fallen Dragon General Michel de Rosas.
Royal inquiry found no evidence.
Second, that strange fluctuations—neither Qi nor Mana—
were sensed deep within the Radon Woods.
No trace was ever uncovered, and the reports were dismissed.
Yet the annals record them still.
History often keeps the seeds long before it understands the tree.
Closing Note
At the time, these events appeared merely as another cycle of border strife—
heroes rising, cities falling, kings gambling with sons not their own.
But those who study the echoes know better.
Here lay the first tremor before the fracture,
when ancient balances faltered,
when forgotten legacies stirred beneath leaf and soil,
and when powers—small, hidden, insignificant to the world—
took their first breath.
Thus, the age turned, silently.
—Signed,
Minister of History
Ancestral Kingdom of Ansara