The voice of the flute has not yet ceased, playing the last elegy. You will have to pay a terrible price, but you have been ready for a long time and know where you are going, Altis the Flame. Every step is given with more and more pain, the road smells of fear, blood, the smoke of conflagrations and funeral pyres for everyone you love. There is no other way. Hurt? Scary? Unbearable? Don't care! Just clench your teeth and clench your fists. To save those who are still possible. The Fire of Creation still burns in you, making your heart beat. You must have time to reach the end. Must. After all, no one else can...