Chapter 3: Ch3. The City of Dreams
The city centered around a temple, erected soon after the celebration, that was built with the Tree of Life standing in its center. As years passed and the walls grew older and older, the temple then turned more into a holy figure and was formed into a fortress for the dreamer king to reside.
As humanity grew and grew so did the walls of the city extending to the white lily fields miles away from the castle itself. Tales of the king's power and connection to the divine beings reaching out all across his kingdom.
The opportunity and divine presence in the city were unmatched among all of the discoverable lands so more and more people flocked in to witness the city's greatness.
As the population grew so did the skills of the realm, all congregating and creating new ways to use divine energy to their advantage. Making strides in metalworking, masonry, agriculture, and even spellcasting for the fortunate few.
The streets had a golden hue over them constantly subjecting all who breathed it in to feel at ease and help show compassion to his fellow man. Children laughed and played in the streets as their mothers watched them and sharpened the hunting tools. Peace fell over the city and had made itself comfortable in the hearts of all who resided in its presence. This place was the purest embodiment of the golden age of humanity.
Though all was peaceful There were still some who craved violence, relished in it. As long as there was power in the world, there is a select few who will take advantage of it. Demons, monsters, the most vile among men. All with a singular purpose of wanted to fell enemies at their hands. These people were subhuman, bearing the fangs of beasts and the wrath of the divine lord upon all types of victims. These creatures are a Threat to peace and man alike, a scourge to be ruled out by all who hold compassion for another. And among these demons, there was one name that echoed throughout all of the islands, plateaus, and mountains; causing the very earth to shiver in a cold sweat…
The cloaked master, the white-haired phantom, the butcher of salvation…
Christonious interitus