O’ Child, it was ahead of time for thee to rust, akin to the derelict towers amidst the Wildensse, for the dearest Father of thine had abandoned his own blood. Him to acknowledge thy value with neither of his sapphire orbs could perpend nor foresee thy lack, is the sole reason behind those destructive and dreadful attempts to accomplish his greedy aim—reign the sceptered isle.

“Faith in Ellugard,
don’t you have any?”

Foolish decaying soul, for decade was no longer thine. Chariest countenance would never aid thy throne, the malignance thee haft was contrast to the denotement thy child pursue. Why, again, he was halted for unprecise motive? He may begin the raze if only he was truly the heir from thy frightening fallacy.

“Everlasting, it was. To seek for recognition that I truly deserve. You, instead, died in front of your son and his unspoken enquiry.”

He was rather plastered with senescent, crinkles, once thou glance towards his ostent, corpse to be exact. Mirth and laughter was all over the eastern region of the empire, befall upon each dying people, homeless merchants, even malnourished children. Festivals were held nearly everywhere. Eúthien, dear poor soul, it was an actual meed for thee, do gratulate the fleshment of the fallen notorious regime with thy fair raiment and blade.

“For one must be responsible for your remains and my wish that I was longing to hear.”

One may be grateful to witness the growth of their land, resurface, halfway through the glory. Economic stability has succeed to refrain the inequalities. Preservation of certain natural areas received positive responses. Cultural doings helped the people to embrace their identity. He is fond of Ellugard, as much as his Father once did.

No sole heir is allowed to mourn over their deceased father. Pile of royal manuscripts would be their company for months, not entirely to distract their woe, yet, it is quite effective. He need none of it, for the residents and numerous voyages had taught him more than just papers. Afterall, he was 24, pretty much aware of the territory, the people and the empire.

UNVEIL THE RAGE

For centuries, the royal blood of Winthorne has been known for their significant influence in the lore of atmokinesis thus the inheritance blessed him with an ability to manipulate the temperatures of the living and particular objects.

However, there are certain limitations. He is, unfortunately, not immune to his own extreme blast. He prefers close-range battle which allows him to transfer the heat or cold directly to the enemies. Several form of techniques might as well cause him dreadful tragedy. Most notably thermal projection, which drains his energy a lot. He would rather operate some sort of medium to store the heat such as metals.

Decades ago, when the Ellugard decided to reside in the area which belongs to the empire, his ancestors altered the massive arid lands to a lively peninsula. Normally, it would take ages for such atmospheric state to transform a whole landform, but hey, they are Ellugard! The woods are knitted, mountain ranges are up high, marshes surrounded the house, dews are tinted. History! Oh, dear ancestors, how lucky he is to breathe in such wondrous home filled with the harmony of natures.

COME, VISIT HIS SPLENDID HOME.