In the elder days, when the world was still knitting its vast tapestry of myth and magic, there was a sun god named Solaris, revered as the sovereign of the celestial flame. Over time, as kingdoms rose and fell, the people of Ardinale turned their backs on the old ways, and Solaris was forsaken, a deity dethroned by the amnesia of his worshipers.
It was on a day void of any particular significance when the earth began to tremble, and the skies above the Mountain of Elders blazed with an ominous light unseen for aeons. Solaris, the forgotten sun god, had returned, manifesting his essence into our reality, his form seated atop the mountain like a tyrant reclaiming a usurped throne.
The fields that had flourished under the benign gaze of the sun now withered as the light intensified, scorching the land with a celestial fire. Rivers ran dry, the soil cracked open, and the air itself became a furnace, the very breath of Solaris a harbinger of ruin.
As days passed, the people of Ardinale gathered their remaining strength, a congregation of the desperate and the brave. They ascended the mountain, a perilous trek towards judgment. There, they beheld the god, a figure of blinding radiance, his eyes hollow with the solitude of eons, his countenance an inscrutable mask of wrath.
The eldest among them, a sage named Evarius, stepped forward, his voice a fragile thread amidst the cacophony of disaster. "Great Solaris," he entreated, "hear the pleas of your forsaken children. Let not our folly be the end of your creation."
Solaris, moved by the courage of the old sage, saw the folly of his own vengeance. As his anger waned, the relentless fire dimmed, retreating to the heart of the god. The mountain ceased its tremble, the skies calmed, and a hush fell upon the world.
But the reprieve was costly. Solaris, aware that his presence could only bring further calamity, withdrew from the mortal realm, his form dissipating like smoke in the wind. Yet, in his departure, he left behind a singed shadow on the mountain's peak—a perpetual reminder of the elder god's wrath and mercy, never again to be forgotten.
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