(Testaments of the Survivor of the Latest Great Erasure)
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Name: Mihr Al-Din
Age: ??
Residence: Vireth, Ashkara
Birth Place: ??
Entrapment: Celestium, 9th floor, The Eternal Library of Lost Records
Dear Reader,
To those who are reading these records, I believe it is because you are a
There are many Great Erasures of which I have heard, some that originate from my own homeland before its destruction. However, I like to believe those were caused by natural calamities rather than anyone playing God.
The ones in Draknir, especially the five of which I have witnessed, seemed to be caused by none other than those from my homeland.
The Empire of Evanetus
Location: Selvaris, Vaelrun, Ashkara
Founding: 1001 years ago by philosophers and scholars alike
Destruction: 500 years ago by the Architect of ␣
Reference frame: to the current trials.
For as long as I've seen them prosper, I've seen their downfall just as such. The Empire of Evanetus is a misleading name, given that it wasn't an 'Empire' by far, but something close to a 'World Government'.
The magnificent civilization had arisen in the throes of the main desert of Selvaris, which would come to be named as Monolith Reach, and had spread further ahead. In the midst, as the name would suggest, would lie a monolith that books would claim to reach Elysium, the Architect's abode. This monolith would become sacreligious to everyone present within the Empire, and would be visited by all folk alike during pilgrimages at the end of the year.
Evanetus used technology that was powered by the core of Draknir, using the heat to keep its machines going. While it prospered on land in all areas, within the deserts, it built a fortress under the ground to continue the manual extraction and evaluation of the core of the planet.
This core is known as 'Vitale', which would later go on to be called as 'Vitae' by
What I do know is it was the curse that originated from my homeland onto Draknir as a punishment for something I was far too old to know, though there are others in the Library who claim of seeing Empires greater than Evanetus which have long fallen to the pits of the ocean floor.
Evanetus' fatal fault was not in the basis of their ruling, but rather in their impression that they could simply neglect the System and get away with it.The Evanetus had risen to rule through the prospect of 'scholars' and 'sages', who preached understanding over obedience. Thus, there had been one of the first philosophers; she reasoned for indifference and boycott to withhold partaking in the trials. Her words reached many through the little separation the nations had. Cities of luminous crystal spanned horizons once people looked at what they had and not at what they desired, artificers crafted artifacts that bent probability, and warriors ascended through scripted glories rather than trials.
Thus, the great sages and imperial rulers grew apathetic toward the System's demands. They ceased and ignored mandatory trials and refused to kneel for pacts that chased ascension. Skills gathered dust; progress stalled. Mortals turned inward, content to live without the endless ladder of power. They built monuments not to the unseen gods but to their own quiet lives filled with gardens, theaters, libraries, and families.
Such defiance was difficult to go unnoticed. Especially when there were those who had violated direct contracts.
The Architects noticed from their seats in ␣␣. From beyond the veil, through cold and unblinking eyes that gazed down upon Evanetus like distant judges, they dispatched their enforcers, the Arbiters. These towering, radiant figures descended in silence, clad in armor of frozen starlight and wielding blades that severed cause from effect. They came not to negotiate but to punish refusal itself.
Those with contracts with watchers were slaughtered at their hands, and those remaining were left to face their wrath. Those who were neither contractees nor players faced the worst of it all.The Arbiters enforced the forgotten trials mercilessly. Entire cities were plunged into scenarios of heroic doom, legions forced into impossible sieges where every death was scripted for valor, scholars compelled to unravel riddles that consumed their minds, and families torn into narratives of sacrifice and loss.
They enforced one of the forbidden trials, and when the pitiful citizens couldn't complete it, they punished them with the Heavenly Pinacles, these great pillars that are said to terraform land and bring about absolute destruction to any infrastructure and life, completely eradicating the existing land.
I guess, sitting from the prison, seeing through the screens, I was spared the gore. Yet, just as soon as we had seen the birth of Evanetus, just as soon we had come to see its downfall. It was a terrible ordeal, one that only humans were capable of.
After all, what other species were able to fear losing power?
Regardless of such a statement, I have my convictions and you have yours. What is true will always lay within the depths of any land, let it be Draknir or my homeland. After all, destruction is just a means of rebirth.
Evanetus was one of the many that rose and fell. It rose nearly a thousand years ago and collapsed five hundred years later. So, I wonder what nuance the kindred would cause now? After all, history does repeat itself.
[Conclusive, Archive on Evanetus]