A woman appeared in the centre of a vibrant mosaic under a majestic chapel, at its altar stood a hooded figure radiating holiness which made her sneer in disgust.

"Do you hear it, oh ancient ones? The bell announcing an end to this farce has rung, the world rumbles in rebellion. My dear gods and supreme ones, catch your first row seats to witness the end of this millennia old drama, for the prologue has just begun."

"Triana, you dare rebel against your own creators?" A mix of voices assaulted her.

"Be damned you false Gods, I only recognize Turia and my Master as gods, as for you, let us meet in hell, reserve me a place there along with you."

Lotuses wildly bloomed around them, covering the hall and climbing onto the pristine pillars. The chapel crumbled under their weight, the pillars toppling onto the hooded figure.

They retaliated with a roar of rage, blasting away the flowers with an invisible barrier that rippled across the hall, incinerating them all.

The jumble of voices spoke again, expressing their contempt and anger at their unwelcome visitor. Triana merely giggled, and disappeared with a simple curtsy.

"This is the rebellion of the stars themselves. The constellation rise in revolt in face of your tyranny. Destiny and fate, heaven and earth, have been flipped. Prepare yourselves, all that ever was shall now end."

An old and weary voice struggled but spoke clearly, "Release the seal, Turia's continent must fall."