In the midst of a ritual, someone has escaped finding peace and glory, eternal silence of the calm lakes of heaven. He who challenges to fight his father and return the 7 warriors their glory, would he taste triumph or salts on rock. Thy silence once showered heaven to reclaim the land and soil, grass and green, pitch and blue, life and flute to the seven pillars. In seek of a prophecy, he urges his feet on the mud-filled the land of Ishgar in a shallow hope in void