Akphaezya - Preface

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The 13th century was born in strangulation. The strangulation of the akphaezyan
forests and seas. Human deserts, the greatest of the 14 kingdoms, became,
with the new queen’s face, a curse for its people. its armies, conquering the
last woods in the north east, spread a burning dead sand on elves and centaurus
phantom civilisations. It was as if Shyrya’s ambition had grown with the last
cycles of the twin suns…
For years, the confraternity of the crimson-eyed priests had been hearing the
same poem… A poem cried by some dead souls in the hand of life!
«Tyro, incarnation of Natural divinities
Sorrows for lands in agony
Since each tear is a fallen tree
In the abyss of the golden sea.»
What followed came with its hopes, its pains… Some lessons for a lot of
mysteries, but remember… Akphaezya has never cried a secret to those who
smile with no respect