Third Kuras, 481 after the fracture
A lone winged warrior clad in golden armor entered the land of Syndesia, wandered the lands unseen, beheld mountains, swam rivers, and rested under the trees of cities built and populated by a race called human.
"How peaceful it has become since the fracture," said the warrior, while a troop of merchants passed him, ignoring him because they could neither see nor hear him, "If only it would last forever and everywhere," he continued, shake away the negative thoughts and continue his way.
It has been 481 years since the greatest war of all time shook the world and shattered it into seven planetary fragments, only three of which are known to mortals.
450 years since the keeper of the third gate strayed his steps on Syndesia, a span of life impossible for humans and yet for a celestial being only a marginal note in its history.
Much had changed since then, where there were burning forests and parched earth and the survivors of war dwelt in squalid burrows, now proud cities rise from the ground and the soothing green of meadows and trees make room for wild animals of all kinds.
However, the Warden knows that there were other continents on Syndesia not as blessed like this one, a continent where ice and snow lie as far as the eye can see and another of which little is known, since even the Celestials have not set foot there since the fracture.
Fifth Kuras, 481 after the fracture
The warrior walked on under dense treetops, since he landed on Arboreus, he had hardly been able to see anything else in these vast stretches of land.
If he concentrated, he could see the rivers of primordial energy criss-crossing the land in invisible plumes and mists, invisible to mortal eyes, revealing the existence of that energy only through the scattered crystals.
He passed villages of scattered tribes of various beings, all considered to be wildfolk.
The main tribes divided into the nimble Chadras, the gregarious Udoadri, the strong Nheedra and the shrewd Erwydra, all with their own likes, strengths and weaknesses, yet all shared the same penchant for peace and respected one another as part of the whole .
"If the cooperation at the time of the fracture had been as strong as it was between these apparently different beings, then it would have......" he didn't finish the sentence, knowing that such thoughts can't change reality and so he marched on until he came to a swamp and was surrounded by the sounds of the flora and fauna living there
Ninth Kuras, 481 after the fracture
Hot sand played around the brave warrior's feet, for one must be brave or foolish to voluntarily bring one's health and life to tartaros.
Tartaros, the planet that suffered most from the wars where mighty forces tore the earth apart, shattered mountains and burned trees completely, creating barren deserts and volcanoes that would never give the land the rest it deserved.
He stepped onto the edge of a volcanic crater and looked at the scene from there that was taking place below him. Members of the three great demon races once again fought for scarce resources.
The clever and cunning Blood Demons had apparently not been able to harness the small and agile Shadow Demons this time and instead provoked a fight, which attracted the strong and resilient but stupid Hellfire Demons.
He turned his gaze further and saw what looked like a settlement in the distance, where a few peacefully minded were trying to build something of a society and a safe house and home.
A pitiful look came out of sad eyes and he said "The souls that are there don't deserve this world, maybe they will one day rise and find happiness somewhere else", and with that he turned away.
Eleventh Kuras, 481 after the fracture
Back in the world of Urankas, unknown to mortals, also called Heaven or the realm of the angels, the wanderer brought his notes and experiences to the sages to keep in the great chambers of the library libraries.
Whilst the Bibliotheques were in the process of arranging everything, the warrior resumed his position at the third gate, from which he was strangely relieved a few days ago.
"The demon Lord Arcahem is playing his games again," said the warrior, while contemplating his flaming sword, engraved with his name, Illuminas Ultima Skykal, Guardian of the Third Gate.
And while he resumed his vigil, one or the other thought touched on what he had experienced.