The End Ladies and gentlemen, Lent Meuriars for a story about a great elder guard, Kea was a master of fire magic and established the cult of flame. His rule was just but somewhat jealous of the cult's mighty powers. He was a tall brook out of the terrible inferno ranged across Alien. Kea's followers scatter, the guard vanished and a new wedding, stored on Alien. But we, the cult of flame, never lost food that he might one day return. This shall be rewarded. Fate has brought you to me. Too long have I waited in exile. My child, it is time to wake up. Faaaaaah! Ladies and gentlemen, this story is far from over.