The Season has just begun. Next tournament begins somewhere in Gnosis at the bare edge of populated environments. It was like a glimpse at old Apeiron, yet forever changed into something new, wastelands and dry deserts on one side and flourishing life and euphoria of people of Gnosis on the other. This gave the pilots one more pair of engines to fly with even faster and fight for their sympathy, and redemption to us all.

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While we are moving to Gnosis, I start to firsthand perceive how different Apeiron underground is in the three worlds. I was never able to leave Evelad, and now I am passing all the levels of underground, to fight for the holiest trophy of them all - Ethereal Flame.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The desert sky felt strange today. I don't know if it was the heat or just my imagination, but it seemed so real. How can we be underground if there is a sky above us? The oldest question with no answer. Is the story of the fall of the New Apeiron just a legend or a forgotten and degraded truth?

Race was tough and exhausting and so was the weather. For a moment, the sky turned red... and then reverted to a sunny day. No one has seen it, except me. I even asked the peasants from the wastelands habitat, and they told me they know nothing about such phenomenon. Although they didn't give me any answers, I stood with them all night long, drinking their strong natural liqueurs, talking about their nomad way of life. It seemed so strange to me, a born Evelad. Village we were in is named Shan-Thor, although none of the villagers know exactly what this name means.

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I still feel excited about winning the first tournament and moving further. Whole world is obsessed with Pyroblazer - the divine sport. We were hailed as true kings and I feel it is the beginning of a whole new chapter in my life. During the next tournament, we will be living in a camp far in the desert for a few days, received by Gnosis nomads. Truly a great chance to learn more about this ancient culture. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gates of Apeiron are the highest point where any race takes place. It was the first time I was on the so called surface of our planet. Seeing real sky... feeling real breeze. It was strange and beautiful, although not as different from my own world as I had imagined. Few weeks ago I couldn't even dream of it, yet now here I am standing on the only part of New Apeiron surface that somehow survived the apocalypse.

Excitement was interrupted, when we visited enclaves on the surface. It was populated by the offspring of the only people that didn't hide underground when the catastrophe occurred. They had mutated to half-animals by atmospheric radiation, and were certainly one of the most appalling things which I have witnessed in my life. Talking to them, I found out that they still are humans, just like us feeling, thinking, reasoning just hidden behind these tremendous mutated bodies. When we came, all of them cheered me with a strange song, just like had Arakhon come down to the ground, calling me a successor of Shan-Thor. I was intrigued by that name, as that was the second time I have heard it in just few days. All of them recognized Shan-Thor's likeness in me, yet they couldn't find words to explain who or what he was.

To my surprise, I had won again. After the race was finished, two men came and took me to temple on the other side of the desert. A group of high priests of Gnosis already waited for me, and took me further down to the inner temple chambers, far from curious ears and eyes. It was explained to me that they were the only ones returning to this place throughout the past thousand years. The only ones who have assembled the story of our world from bits and pieces, ancient ruins, mutated survivors, lost sacred scrolls. They will share a part of this story with me, because they believe I am somehow connected to it, and my row of wins, just proves their theory. It was as if they read my mind, and the silence was abruptly broken with the story of a man named Shan-Thor. He was an ancient hero, from times of Old Apeiron Kingdom just before the apocalypse. He was the only one who never lost a tournament and become the bearer of Ethereal Flame for whole "Circulum", which they described was a specific lunar circle, an ancient way of measuring the passage of time. During his reign, Apeiron bloomed and flourished like never before. With no chance to ask further questions, I was given a strange item, a blue amulet, and with no more explanations, I was ushered back to our camp on the other side of the desert, to take some rest before we depart to Warstation of Haedra. I was instructed to wear the amulet at all times. It almost feels like a dream.

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No one except me has seen the sky change its color. Am I going crazy? The wretched sky, if it was not for the sky, the old myth could be plausible, the sky ruins it all. No book or wise man can provide the answer. Race has been just as exhausting as life in the deep desert, and while all land was sleeping, we started our ascent to the highest point of underground, the only place where the supposed real sky could be seen - Temple of Apeiron.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While we were on the move to Haedra, I couldn't get the priests and their tale out of my head. In Evelad, belief in magic is long forgotten and the whole of under dome is based on the laws of science. Still, I felt something very strange and ethereal in every moment spent in Gnosis. It couldn't be just an illusion, especially for a non believer like me.

From the first moment in Haedra I felt a wheeze. The question I had is was it because of Haedra's polluted air, or was it because of amulet I was wearing? Anyhow, this constant state of inanition led me to a deep sleep for one whole day. When I woke up, the only thing that was on my mind was a man. An unknown man who flied to the land of Gods, far in the sky, probably just a weird dream.

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Blue amulet I have been given was making me feel stranger than ever. All those stories they told me about ancient rulers of Apeiron and millennia old Pyroblazer season was making me feel dizzy. I was there, witnessing the rise and fall of magnificent Apeiron. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After my all day sleep, it was time for the next tournament. I barely gathered strength for it. I came out as a winner again. I surprised and surpassed myself once again. The greatest reward was seeing Haedrans smiling again, loving me and cheering.

Right after we were back from the track, I felt dizzy and from that time on my memory seems to have failed me completely. I remember nothing or at least nothing from the real world. I have awoken from a state of deep coma. A strange man appeared next to me. In his hands he held a flame. I was told that the flame is dead cold. It will never live or burn again. Holding Ethereal Flame in his hands, and telling me it's extinct... and that it will never burn again...

Next thing I remember is waking up in Evelad hospital, surrounded by doctors and their assistants. The words of the mysterious stranger had not quite convinced me though.

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I can't stand Haedra. How do people live here? I have been here 3 days now and I can't escape from the feeling of being haunted, both by day and night. At least my piloting skills haven't been affected, but still, I don't even want to know how much time I'll have to be here before the tournament is moved back to Evelad... 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Right after I woke up. I felt fresh and strong again but was advised to skip the rest of the Pyroblazer season because of my condition. I left the hospital on my own and accompanied racers on the first tournament to start in my homeland.

It is a great sensation to know that the word of my deeds has spread across all three kingdoms. Wherever I go I am greeted like a hero. To experience this in my Evelad, is the most important thing to me.

After the tournament, I stood on the hills of Lost City for long time, meditating, contemplating. I wondered how strong and evil the force of nature or God must be to destroy something so glamorous and splendid like Harathen - The Lost city before it was lost. Even archaeologists working on this site recognized me. They treated me like they too believed in reincarnations and myths of Shan-Thor. After a chat they produced some old documents found in this area. As far as I could understand, documents were about Loardi, God of evil and the shadow of Arakhon's light. I even found some old script, written by some ancient pilgrim, claiming that Fequam, who killed Shan-Thor and brought the fall of Apeiron was the second hand of Loardi himself. I have learned so much, but still, so many questions remained unanswered. There was one document, even older than the others. It was written in some forgotten language that even the archaeologists couldn't understand. I am to take it to Gnosis priests, as instructed by Evelad scientists. It revealed to me that the connection between Gnosis priests and Evelad scientists is much closer than I have anticipated.

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Strange dreams are haunting me, even more than the fever that took me over last week. "Flame will never burn again"? What is all of this supposed to mean? At last we're moving to Evelad, and I am already feeling better. To new victories! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I still cannot express my feelings about the Fusion Sphere. Most of us were listening to the stories of it when we were young. Stories of its endless power and its monumental elegance, standing proudly on the top of Dehrain Mountains. Still, it wasn't the strongest feeling after this week's tournament. We were taken to the Astral Gate for a race. This turned out to be a much bigger adventure than anticipated. Something has gone wrong up there. So far, it is still unknown what happened exactly.

In the moment I passed Astral Gate finishing the last lap, a heavy burst of energy and light spread across whole Astral Gate. Sky turned completely dark and whole gate complex lost energy. A storm started in that instant, so strong that the engineers could not repair the damage on the gates. We were evacuated quickly but some pilots are left trapped somewhere in the Astral rift between gates. There has been no word from them since. We all pray it turns out well for them. I wonder what really happened. Only thing that I know is that technologies used in Pyroblazer are more dangerous than we know. From that event my amulet started shining. Is it announcing that something is about to happen?

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Even in my homeland, people have seen reincarnation of Shan-Thor in me. Reincarnation of the greatest man to ever rule Apeiron. Could it be any better, or worse? Tales I've heard during past days, warn me of the dangers involved with that role.

It was sad, looking at lost city, half flooded and destroyed. Imagining its past times, it was the greatest achievement of our species, the pride of whole Apeiron. For the first time I started thinking about winning the whole season, after so many victories. If I become the holder of Ethereal Flame one day, this city must be given its old glory again! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From this point on, every tournament takes place in all three districts of the underworld, and it has become much more exhausting to travel one day and race the day after. I felt refreshed again when we moved back to Gnosis and I have been received like a true hero again. What I found shocking is that none of them called me by my true name; instead they shouted Shan-Thor.

I couldn't wait to finish the race at Gates of Apeiron. After it was finally over, I made my way to the temple on the other side of the lake. It was even more magnificent than the one I visited before, carved in stone, high in the mountain, overlooking the canyon lake. I've met the highest priest again, Glaeth Har'Daan, and couldn't decide on what to ask him first. I produced the Lost City documents and brought his attention to the shining amulet. I also inquired about the strange popularization of Shan-Thor amongst simple people.

"We are born with all knowledge that life has to offer, we just have to free and lighten it within us..." - he said.

All people bear memories of a thousand year old catastrophe in them, just as they bear memories of ancient heroes roaming the world in the old kingdom. Amulet he gave me has one single spark of the Ethereal Flame. The only one saved when the Flame was lost, and its light has the power to return the long forgotten memories. The legend of the flame barer and the king hero of New Apeiron, Shan-Thor lives again. People have seen a remnant of the Ethereal Flame in the spark around my neck, and they've seen Shan-Thor in me. New White Circulum has started and I am the one to change the world. Could this be really true?

Documents I brought intrigued the priests very much, but it was time to move to the next round of Pyroblazer championship. I left all documents to them. I am looking forward to researching them upon my next visit. At the doorstep, Har'Daan told me to take care. With light comes the shadows. Light of the amulet I wear evokes them. No evil will let the successor of Shan-Thor come and break millennia of their reign so easily. "Just follow the way of light and let Nenthar, the greatest Angel of Arakhon, show you your path".

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Still recovering from the Astral Gate accident, we were transferred to the next territory. Praying for the lives of people trapped inside, we would snap on any news concerning Astral Gate. As far as we know, the damage is serious and it's uncertain if races will take place in Astral Gate during next tournament, as scheduled.

After all this, amulet wouldn't give me any rest, shining like never before. Something big is about to happen. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dismal atmosphere mantled this tournament, after official announcement. Another Astral Gate race planned this week is postponed due to repairs on the portals. It was even worse, that all pilots trapped inside gates on day of the tragedy, are forever lost. May they rest in peace, and may Arakhon spare their souls wherever they might be now.

I have visited wasteland enclaves once again and taught its people what the name of their village truly signifies. After seeing my amulet, they all appeared to already know it, and they cheered me like a divine savior of their nomad souls. For the first time, I could afford to myself to promise them that I shall win this season, and become a new bearer of the Ethereal Flame, changing theirs and the destiny of the rest of Apeiron people.

When tournament moved to Haedra I again had a strange and sad experience, giving me even more strength and lust for victory. Near the Voxel mine, one little girl came to me and asked If Ethereal Flame will have enough power to shut down the wretched Voxel mine once and for all eternity, finally releasing these anguished people. This Voxel mine not only pollutes the air they breathe, it makes the sky dark and bleak, it sucks the will for life from these people. If for no greater reason, I have to win for her.

During this tournament, I felt peculiarly strange, as if I have already lived through all the events that are yet to come. In every moment I spent alone, I could feel someone else around, another presence near and in me. At the end, I just made excuses for this feeling, acquitting it with my tiredness and the burden I carry. Or maybe it's just Nenthar, following me to light my path.

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"Amulet holds the spark of the Ethereal Flame", "No evil will let the successor of Shan-Thor come and break millennia of their reign so easily.", "Just follow the way of light and let Nenthar, the greatest Angel of Arakhon, show you your path ." were just few out of thousand sentences crossing my mind. Could I really be the new ruler of our shattered empire? Could a powerful evil rise against me, just as against my ancestor? Can it destroy me forever? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I woke up to see a different world. It has changed overnight. Like yesterday never happened, like it was a dream, dark shadow arched over New Apeiron. No one appeared to recognize me or pay any attention to me. Almost nobody even talked on the streets. They just rushed past me looking at the ground finishing their business and going back to their homes running away from the evil to come. This Left me wondering.

No audience attended this tournament. It was a sick feeling to ride all alone with no people to watch the race. And the thing that completed this deterrent story is that my feeling of being followed just continued getting stronger, stronger and stronger.

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Racers trapped in Astral Gate are gone forever. We are still in disbelief. How could this be? What was it that took them? Was it a malfunction? How did this malfunction occur in this divine technology? Are Dark forces involved?

Amulet shines even brighter, like it is about to explode. I can't wait for next week, to have a sitting with Gnosis priests once again. Maybe they will provide me with some answers, like they always do. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

During the tournament, the sense of something or somebody near me reached its maximum. For the first time I was completely sure that it's not just an illusion. Amulet shined like never before. Gates of Amorphis Prime closed until the next day and I was the only one who has not left. I had a doubt in me. I was alone in the place where our God used to live. I felt a feeling of reverence for this monumental place in space.

On the other side of the Air Command room was a man. He had appeared in my dreams, holding the artifact in his hands, and telling me that fire will never burn again.

-"Nenthar?" - I asked.

No reply.

-"Fequam then?" - I asked.

He gently confirmed with a move of his head. Evoked with my Astral Voyage, and summoned by the light of my spark of Ethereal, he followed me and waited for the right moment.

-"Shan-Thor shouldn't have existed, and so his reincarnation shouldn't either. There is only one God and it is not you." -he said. "The Flame you fight for is just an illusion, just a replica of the real Ethereal Flame that is hidden far away, among angels. This fire will never burn again, at least, not for Apeiron."

He disappeared, as swiftly as he had appeared.

At the moment of Apeiron's first sunrise, the gates to Apeiron powered up and reopened. I was on my way.

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The shadow has fallen. Silence covered Apeiron, spreading everywhere. It was sick to race with no audience. No one was talking, or recognizing me anymore. I felt that this feeling of being followed is about to end. Something is near and it will happen or show itself soon. I feel it. Amulet confirms my thoughts. Come on stranger! Show yourself to me. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still under impression of the strange meeting with Fequam, the Angel of Darkness. I was retelling my story to Har'Daan. He finally told me that I must believe in Nenthar more than ever. Just as Fequam is Loardi's hand down on Apeiron, so is Nenthar Arakhon's angel, born out of the Ethereal Flames to restore peace to Apeiron. Light of my amulet and power of my divine aura is attracting evil, but summoning angels help as well. I must trust them. Finally, I am crowned as a true successor of Shan-Thor, by the monks of Gnosis, the one who will bring Apeiron new times of glory, as is prophesized.

When I emerged myself into the scrolls found in Lost City, the amulet started shining again. Its light revealed hidden runes gently carved into these old papers. The text was about planet construction. I cannot comprehend how I understand this ancient language, but before me is the answer to the oldest question to trouble us since the apocalypse. Finally, there was my answer to question of existence of skies in the supposed underground.

Apeiron as it appears is made out of its core which contains endless supply of energy and three crusts orbiting around it. Apparently the core is a machine that produces planets and it can make a planet containing other planets inside it. This is unbelievable. When apocalypse hit the surface, ancient priests led people down into the depths of planet, so all three levels or crusts to be more precise of "underground" were populated. Each level has its own atmosphere and sky. Is this just an illusion that may be a magic, divine intervention, or just superior technology? This sky may be a projection or truly real, as it is possible that the crusts exist in, what is this... separate universes?? It is hard to understand all that the ancient scroll mentions. It was obviously written by a race more sophisticated than we can ever be. Apparently, on every level of planet there is one out of three Runes, each for one of the three main stars of Xarthas. Three stars? I was taught that Xarthas is a binary star system? So much new information. It is possible to travel between these runes and be taken to other crusts, but every millennium they gather in line normal to the Astral Gate high above. Projection of core energy transferred through Astral Cave, created by these runes should open a Gate to real Amorphis Prime. The Land of Gods. It appears that the Amorphis prime we visited is not the true place of Gods, but just a temporary accommodation. As we know it, new millennium is just about to begin. Runes are about to align. Real Astral Gate is about to be powered. Time is running out. A higher cause has found me. I must find Nenthar, and help Apeiron defeat evil once and for all.

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Talk with Fequam made me lose my mind. What should I do? How can I confront him? Thousands of questions. Har'Daan may give me some of the answers, but many of them I have to find alone. Anyway, I shall think about it after I visit the temple again. Now is the time to finally rest. Two final tournaments are ahead, and these must be won. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The final tournament of the season has ended. I won again and in overall standings, I am proclaimed the winner of the season, the champion of Pyroblazer. If I was the same person I was a few weeks ago this would be a moment when dreams come true, complete fulfillment. Instead, I am feeling lonely, empty, devoid of knowledge, in search of answers to questions of myself and origin of people and our Gods. After all I have passed through the only thing on my mind is to have the Flame in my hands and try to use it to evoke Nenthar.

Ceremony was held several days after the final race and the great moment finally came. I have been given Ethereal Flame. I stood in that place long after the ceremony was over and disappointed crowds returned back to their shelters, staring at the Flame trying to get in connection with its energy. Nothing happened. This small spark in my amulet made my life turn upside down, and whole magnificence of the holy Flame did nothing to me. How Strange!

Har'Daan stepped out of the shadows. He gave me endlessly disappointing truth. The Flame I held was not a true one. Old Flame as is believed was taken by Gods to their homeland, but no one really knows what happened to it after the catastrophe. This Flame was made as the reconstruction of the real one, out of Gnosian magic spells and Evelad technology based on the artifacts found at the Core, but held none of the energy of the original Flame. Difference is hard to spot, but in my hands they are as different as heaven and earth. Supposedly this Flame can be powered only by Gods who know the secret of its inner-workings.

"What am I to do now?" - I asked.

"Another tournament is being prepared, you will visit true Amorphis prime. Authorities have been contacted and the preparations are in progress. This is the last thing we force on you. If you do not find Nenthar in this last house of Arakhon, then all is truly lost. Runes are aligned and you may enter the true Amorphis prime. It is our last chance to use the Flame".

On the list of contenders I noticed a familiar name - Fequam.

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Knowledge of our planet found in ancient documents made me believe I have found a way to fight Gods. When three runes of three Apeiron levels form a straight line with the skies above, the new Astral Gate will open and lead me directly to land of Gods - real Amorphis Prime.

Now, it's time to prepare for the last tournament of the season. With Ethereal Flame in my hands, I know everything will be different. So, it is the time to take the final step. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fequam has been reduced to nothing, as he and his sort deserve. The dearest victory of them all. For the glory of Arakhon and Nenthar, Loardi must die. This will not be easy to achieve. The final race was held in the true Amorphis prime, but it was just as abandoned as the previous one. It will take more skill and knowledge to reach the Gods. My disappointment is making me feel apathy.

I am trapped behind portals of Astral Gate in the Land of Gods and our Ancestors. Har'Daan has spoken of real Flame held here far from sight of mortals whose absence had brought despair to old Apeiron kingdom. On the top of the central tower, it shined with all its light, brighter than anything I have ever seen or felt to me and my soul. When I was close I already sensed stronger heartbeats, and humility in front of this ancient energy concentration. This is THE Ethereal Flame.

Strong visions engulfed me while I approached it... I still couldn't confirm if it was real or just a vision. Shan-Thor stood in front of me. He was so solemn, standing next to me but still so distant. He appeared calm.

"Young Shan-Thor"-he called me-"Welcome to our world. World of those who are more than man. World meant for me, for you, for Nenthar and many others."

"More than man?"-I asked. "How could I live in the same world as the greatest angel, Nenthar?"

"There are no Gods, my successor. Neither Gods nor angels. Arakhon himself is not a God. Just a superior being in a higher and greater state of existence. He is just a member of his race and he is no different than the others of his kind. Their life power is mana, the same substance that makes Ethereal Flame burn forever. As it happens some of us, like myself and you, can tap into this resource with the power of the Flame. Flame is just a machine for controlling the energies and machinery in the planets core. Nothing more. From time to time it happens that some of us take more mana than the others, making us super-beings almost as "divine" as Arakhon himself. Once when Arakhon felt his throne in his own world is unstable, when all the people were glorifying was Shan-Thor, he gave powers and thirst for Flame to his dark angel Fequam, and ordered him to destroy the planet that had forgotten him". He had abandoned us.

"What you are saying makes no sense. Why would Arakhon destroy the beautiful world he made? The destruction was brought about by Loardi ". - I replied.

"Loardi and Arakhon are the same. Just as Fequam and Nenthar are the same. There is no good and evil, both of these are united in Arakhon who has made this world for his own reasons and interest. After we were not useful any more, he ordered and destroyed us. I and you, we are truly his greatest experiment, and his greatest fear. Every world is just a construction element of a bigger one. Just as we were created by Arakhon, his kind was created by another one even higher up the line. These are the ones Arakhon calls Gods. This line is endless... No one really knows on which level Arakhon resides, but I am on a level where his right hand aide Nenthar stands. The first step of rescuing Flame from its creator, and thus relinquishing him of his rule of this world forever, is to defeat his angel in the race of Flame Holders. Nenthar is challenged in Pyroblazer. Gateway-runes are aligned, and you must venture further than Amorphis prime. New millennium is our only chance for a long time to come."

Our conversation was interrupted as Fequam appeared near us.

"If you pass through this gate, you will embark on a journey you will not survive. I personally will make sure of this."

I turned to see if Shan-Thore was still here and realized that I was alone. I looked at the Flame and then down to the final gate. I turned around and walked to my Blazer. Beside it was a horrible black and shiny beast. I knew that this was the Blazer of apocalypse. This is me against a demon. Me against Nenthar. I had already defeated him once, but that was in a regular Blazer. Now the greatest challenge is ahead.

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I never did anything greater and I had never felt worse in all my life. Crowned the Pyroblazer champion, I finally understand that the Ethereal Flame on Apeiron is just a replica of the real Flame, that is somewhere in the land of Gods. Gnosis priests ordered one more tournament, on the day when three runes of Apeiron form the Astral Cave and project core energy to the Astral Gate. Real Flame must be returned to Apeiron.

Fequam is here again. First, when I saw him on a list of contenders I felt a touch of fear. Now, I know that this day had to come, and that I am prepared. Prophecy shall be come true, and evil shall be banished from our world. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The greatest fight of my life has ended. We raced on the ancient path built for pilgrims to come closer to their Gods, and the gigantic teleport on flying mountain of Dahara led me to a new level of existence. Do Gods have their own Gods? Is this the highest level or just one in an endless chain of worlds? Is this the world where Arakhon resides or is he much higher? I entered the world believed to belong to Gods, but there was nothing divine that I could sense. Where am I now?

At least, I hope the Flame is safe now. As the prophecy said, new "White Circulum" is about to begin. Apeiron should be rebuilt on the surface as well as in the lower crusts. The mighty machinery of core will aid us in this once its technology is conquered, and we learn how to use the Flame. With this device Arakhon makes worlds, so it will come in handy to undo the damage he has done. Real suns of Xarthas will shine on New Apeiron once again, and the new great civilization will rise from the ashes of its predecessor. But this is not the end of the fight. Glorious empire has fallen once or who knows how many times. This has happened before, but I must ensure it never happens again. The circle must be broken here and now. In the land of Gods, if that's where I am, I shall search for eternal peace for my kingdom.

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I have touched the real Flame. I felt the Endless power. I am left speechless. Whole world will change, whole Apeiron will be lit with its eternal light... I can feel it.

Now the final flight to the dwelling place of Gods awaits me. Or is it just another flight to another world which has its own Gods. The Time will answer. It's not about race anymore, it's not about Pyroblazer. It's about... 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The season of Pyroblazer never ends. Just after the regular part of the season is over, a season of Evelad national holidays comes, and brings us many new durability tournaments as a part of the whole ceremony. As the official champion I have been invited as an honorary contestant to the greatest one, Trial for Blaze, where every year new records are set, and nothing less is expected from me. As most of the holidays are celebrated in Evelad, most of the tournament will be taking place right here. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tournament description:

Winners of all, smaller and bigger Time Trial ceremony tournaments, are invited to the Tournament of One, the hardest durability tournament of all. Only one finishes the race. All the others are soon forgotten. As winner of the greatest Trial, and all tournaments before it I must not disgrace myself. While all other names wither oblivion, I fight for my name to be carved into the memory of the new and greater Apeiron. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tournament description:

The final, closing ceremony of Pyroblazer season is about to begin. In great Pyroleague, people of every place in Apeiron where Pyroblazer battles have been fought will have the chance to salute their favorite pilot and Blazer and hail them till the new season. Greatest pilots and the greatest Blazers visit every corner of New Apeiron, spreading the power of Flame through all veins of the new world. God, if you exist, guide me to this last victory, and open a new chapter of history... for me and for Newer Apeiron, and after this is done, I come in search of you.