Prologue – Sulfur, the birth of myth

Very few creatures remember the Great Chaos but we, beings made of wood, remember it. Since the world is world, we have always been there. We saw everything... The immense flames burning mine, the rivers of red sap escaping from creatures of flesh and death spreading as the wind sows the seeds.

We grew lost until he appeared. Sulfur, that's the name we gave him. Born of our torments, lamentations and desperate prayers, he drew his form from our sufferings. From us, wood creatures, he inherited immense wood in the color of our calcined people. From the earth's people he received their white eyes, blinded by the brightness of the stars falling upon them.

He reaped many more torments; but this is all my old branches remember. Maybe other elders know the rest of his story. One thing is certain: without him, we would all have been lost. Without him, the miracle would never have come true. He saved us all by putting an end to the Great Chaos and sadly left his life there.

During this legendary confrontation, his mind was divided into a multitude of gems that dispersed around the world. At first collected, protected and venerated, they ended up being forgotten over time... These gems are waiting for him to return and finally become one with him. We wait for him to honor him, our savior.

So to restore his dispersed mind, harvest the sacred gemstones, prepare yourself and take great care of it. So thanks to you, he can finally be reborn in this world...