We know the stories of the Heroes of the Advent: how Jason the Destroyer felled the Dark Titan and brought us to the Greater Age, the tale of Anna the Kind's creation of the Tree Bountiful, Boris the Belligerent's breaking of the Green Tide, Sung Min the Prognosticator's ride through the night to save New Boston, and Francois the Flippant's famous taunt of the Consumer that bought the forces of Destin their final minute. These tales and ninety-five more you have learned from your First Level.
These are not the stories of the Hundred Heroes. This is from the time before, of the souls that laid a sure foundation upon which the Heroes built. These are the tales of the Advent itself, but a tale for the bright day, as the dark shadow stalks its margins and the Bright Corridor has stolen all but their names.
Taryn Hollingshead, Seer of the First Gate.
I have seen the creation, the first day of Advent. A voice with enough power to shake the sky, whispered, "Begin." It commanded, and creation obeyed. People collapsed, praying to the forgotten god. Others froze as the world they had known crumbled into memory. This is the story of Drew Michalik, one of those who stood.