The Capital City, Devaldis-Spes, City Council Chamber, 20,014 YS
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Sovereign Drengard stood on a massive balcony overlooking the outside half of the city, admiring the view- the numerous apartments that implied a huge population, the tall walls that implied excellent protection and the wide farms in the far distance that implied an abundance of food. His gargantuan cloak shielded his massive form from both the cold and any prying eyes, but as he returned into the warmer subterranean other half of the city, he threw it behind him, revealing a body covered in ornate ceremonial armour- with the Free Republic of Devaldis-Spes at odds with the humans of the icy northern seas for close to three centuries, his society had come to become somewhat militarised. He himself had been a Warmaster once, fighting against the twisted human invaders.

Entering a huge chamber with an assembly of councilors, Drengard took his seat in the middle, facing them. "What matters require my attention?"

"Me." A grizzled looking Mediocris came through the main entrance, in full war gear and heavily armed. Unafraid as he could take on a maniple on his own without weapons, Drengard stood up from his throne-like seat. "What is the meaning of this? Who are you?"

"I am Bordrelactus. My greeting and respect to you, Sovereign." The moment the apparent intruder mentioned his name, Drengard knew very well who he was listening to. Bordrelactus was the leader of a sect of... different worshippers of Saten-Dae, an extreme one at that. As part of their ancestral worship of the mythological leader, followers of Bordrelactus would reenact the journey that Saten-Dae took. While it was impossible that they took the actual route, he and his followers would go from one end of the south pole to the other, travelling extreme distances, attempting to go through what Saten-Dae had once been through. They were a highly martial society, as Saten-Dae was also a general and warrior at many points of his life, and the ordeals he went through were military in nature.

"I see, and to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you, leader of the Iudicio-Saten Sect?" Sovereign Drengard returned the greeting. Although they had their differences, the sovereign did not view him as enemies- in fact, few Daemonrexas would make enemies of each other. With plenty that existed outside their borders, it ensured that the few quarrelsome ones who would may not have the time and energy to do so.

"There are rumours that the coasts of our new colonies are the same coasts that Saten once stayed on to prepare for the crossing of his death." Bordrelactus said. There was a yawn coming from where the councilors were arranged.

"They are but rumours, old friend." Sovereign Drengard returned, trying his best to be patient- there were other more important things to worry about. For one thing, the pirates in the west had been quite active as of late, "One could point to any beach with a few ancient twigs and call it Deduco-Spes." The councilors laughed.

"And what if there were more than just a mere few ancient twigs?" Bordelactus countered, and his words attracted murmurs. Sovereign Drengard could not help but to become more interested, his eyes attempting to read the sect leader's, as if the answers were all there "My followers had been digging into the ground near Novaldis-Spes, great sovereign, and we found a city. We found inscriptions written in classical Rex-Na alphabets."

"It is a sign! A sign that we must undertake a journey back, a journey back home! Back to the Garden of Before!" The sect leader suddenly shouted, as if unable to contain himself no longer. Sovereign Drengard was stroking one of his eight horns, and thought that it may not be a bad idea, what Bordelactus proposed. Of course, he would first have to verify the madman's claim first, then... It would be then that he would consider the journey, and even undertake it himself, personally. For what greater feat would there be except to retrace the steps of Saten-Dae himself?