A mission, purpose and ambition.

Wax sealed envelopes depart from every which way into a moonless night, their radiance illuminating a path across the shimmering waters of the southern Meranthian seas. Carried by paper lanterns, fueled by the hopes and dreams of the faithful. The destination?

The last remaining Illuminated strongholds of Eternia.

Quote:

" Uncertainty looms, the sky reflecting the sins of those present and past.

Light fades where it was once abundant, shadows nipping at the golden path we have laid. What was once guarantied has now been snatched away, shaken hearts stolen by the idea of false kindnesses.

Before it is too late, before it slips through our fingers.

We Need you, Meranthe calls.

Seek her Radiants, abate the dark."