Derillius, the God of Intellect, paces around his chambers in Vorelsk, surrounded by his Archivists. He ponders aloud the events that shaped Dun-I, settling on the time when Dun-I was nearly destroyed by the men and women who crafted it. Eleven celestial beings came together in the void to craft something beautiful, something perfect, something that was there own. In the end, those eleven almost led to its demise.

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