Civilization is born of knowledge, but so, too, can knowledge be its demise
A disaster caught us unaware. It was knowledge that did not belong to this world
King Deshret (Scarlet King) brought this forbidden knowledge into our world
And it quickly spread like a plague
People's minds were filled with crazed whispers. Dark gray scales spread across their bodies
Even the land was stripped of its vigor. Only a desperate, deathly silence remained
Were it not for Greater Lord Rukkhadevata from the forests, the damage would have been irreversible
She summoned the priests to build temples, and infused into them the divine power of life
The disaster was miraculously tempered
And the embers of our civilization were preserved in Aaru Village
Alas, the miracle could not last. As long as forbidden knowledge continued to exist
It would forever blight this world
In the end, the proud king of the desert... my eternal lord... chose to sacrifice himself
I have spent my whole life since guarding one of these many temples
But now, my duty is coming to an end
As I close my eyes for the final time, the sight of that noble deity will appear in my vision once more...
In helping King Deshret (Scarlet King) to eradicate forbidden knowledge, she exhausted her strength
And her form became that of a small child
How strange... Now that I think of her, I no longer have any fear of death...
For I sense that... the spirit of life will abide with me during my eternal sleep
Children of the desert, cling no longer to past grievances
But hold tight to the memory of this act of benevolence