The Emperor sat upon his throne, caught in a deep state of thought. He was distressed... Yet it was not the war which caused him to suffer so much. No, today he had been informed that something worse than war may once again unleash its wrath upon the world...
The Great Fire was fading.
Even the thought sent a shiver down his spine... What would come of the world should the fire finally dim? What unimaginable havoc would the beasts bring forth upon his domain? How many would die in it's quest for power?
More importantly, how could they stop such a terrifying creature?...
Only the Saint, Asselin, himself was ever capable of containing the beast, imprisoning it's soul within the confines of the fire where it would suffer eternal damnation for it's crimes against mankind... Or so the legends told.
Perhaps, then, it was in the legends he would find his answer...