It is done.

Felimon is again banished from this world into the sphere of chaos, a major part of the Shadow Legion's troops have vanished, and the magical string again reinforces the lock of the chest. The evil is gone from this world and within the next few weeks everything will settle down, as if nothing happened.

But at what price? The Order of the Rising Sun is no more. Your home is destroyed. Many of your long year friends are dead, and with them much secret knowledge was lost. You are the last three members of the once great Order, committed to protect Kiralia from the Shadow Legions. Now it is your lone task to guard the chest for generations to come. 

The day after Felimon was banished, three hooded figures emerged from the temple. One of these figures, the bulkier one, was reported to have carried a chest of some sort. They set out to an unknown destination, up in the northern mountain regions of Kiralia, and were never seen again afterwards.

The people of Kiralia never knew what happened and after some time, the Order was forgotten...

