[Year XXXX]
In the center of the bustling capital of Velmusia, it was not a time of joy amidst the softness of spring, but one of mourning.
"Oh, Oliver…"
"The Great Hero is gone."
"I can't believe he's gone…Just like that."
"We've lost the Champion of Zeus, what are we to do now?"
To the people of the city that harbored the great world tree, both commoners and nobles alike, human or beastman, elf or dwarf, they wept as if they lost a loved one.
Fluttering amidst the crowded streets were velvet petals, like a lavish snowfall as the grieving masses looked upon the grandiose coffin that housed the fallen hero. It was as beautiful as a home for the dead could be; a casket carved of the finest marble, glistening enough that the moonlight dazzled as it trickled across its shape.