Like all those of men who follow and die, I stood against the odds and forces of evil

in centuries
old War that I and my men fought bravely; without fear, without losing hope because we knew -
we knew that better days are to come, and we must assure they will. For life without hope and
dreams, is empty and pointless. Life is not nice, life is death and surrow and pain and crying.
Hapiness is part of it just like pain, and it goes in the circle. When something loses its life energy,
it feeds others. After tired animal collapses on the ground from wounds, bacterias eat it, plants eat
those bacterias and life continues. Next animal will eat that plant. And nothing can't stop that
process because no one can stop nature.
For centuries my men had enemies on all sides. On both foes and allies. They betrayed us, they
killed us and they almost ended us. But as life, we can not be killed because there is always
hope. Since the Burning Times, Reneissance and Final Nights - we Verbenae stood against all
odds, defending what is ours and fighting for our belief.
From the Wycks, their seed - Aeduna... To the First Cabal and betrayment of Eloine - we lived our
lives to the fullest. We embraced death, pain and happiness for all combined makes life. For
centuries, we survived. But sometimes, mere surviving isn't enough. Secred grounds have been
demolished, consesus is being changed every day as Science and Technocracy grow stronger.
Our belief has been put to test, once again. Final Nights.

No fear is there for wide Awake, they say. You /know/ things you only dreamed of before, you
could only imagine. Tellurian reveals its secrets in front of your eyes.
It