In the seven hundredieth and ninety-seventh cycle of the Dream War, the Zéyúma and the Présâmanda had lost countless lives, cities, monuments, and temples.
Not all defeat rested with us, the Çéyâda had lost significant forces ….
The war came to the City of Origin. There the alliance of the Zéyúma and Présâmanda gather to repeal the ensuing Çéyâda. For twenty-nine cycles, we held our ground, but the Çéyâda called a truce. And so all sides meet within the Dal’la’mura under the leadership of the Zætom, the three leaders created by Çédô …
… this was a trick … they deserved us. The temple was ablaze … o my, o my, the Dâsan had been destroyed …. A decision was made to get the Zætom to safety … with great difficulty, we got the Zætom to safety….
One the thirtieth day, a bright consuming fire raged….
The screams ….
The earth quaked beyond anything we had known … there the ground spilt asunder … what had happened? None could tell ….
For twelve cycles, the hues of blazing fire glowed furiously. On the thirteenth day, we came out of the shelter …. The land was irreconcilably changed, where one gigantic dreamscape and a few isles had existed; now there were isles. The land had been scattered forever. How were we going to leave….
This was the end of the Dream War ….
All sides had lost … all was ruined. Upon a small isle existed, the ruins of the Dal’la’mura … we call this isle of the Temple Isle, and from here we were able to salvage fragments of the Dâsan. But this was forever lost ….
