A drawing of great power draws your attention to the eastern Savannah.

The waters of Lake Vundamere crash and swell as their mighty power is tapped.

From the eastern savannah, near Lake Vundamere, a great cry of emotion rings out. Looking up you see an amber light shoot into the night sky, trailing faint sparkles of light. Impossibly distant, a light flares into brilliance and you hear the distant echoes of harmony in your ears, first loudly and then growing quieter, echoes of the soul returning home. At last the light itself grows dim, and silence returns with a whisper... "Farewell beloved Achaea. It is done. Be well."

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Glacian, in the year 262 AF.