“Salvation by the hand of another is never true. Such salvation is like currency, when used, it passes on to another. It is indeed true that your wish to save others can probably be achieved, but in doing so, you must give up all hope of saving yourself.”
There was a time of hope before the war. Honor, equality, and self-determination were the values that Lophicus had decided to teach the Second Children. In comparison to their ancestors, he thought they could create a society in which everyone could succeed, where all suffering could be put to an end, and where power would not corrupt.
His teachings were viewed as hazardous by the gods and the rulers of the old world. The very things Lophicus opposed were what they thrived on. They therefore took action against him in an effort to suppress him. It started with whispers, progressed to laws, and ended with a holy war.
The Empyrean Dissonance began as an uprising and quickly became an all out war for liberation. This revolution was made through man, and man must forge his revolutionary spirit day by day, and so they did. The armies of the old world and gods descended upon Lophicus and his people with relentless fury. The old rulers and the gods did not seek conquest, they sought total annihilation of Lophicus and his beliefs, but Lophicus and his people managed to resist.
For years, the war continued. Cities burned, rivers ran red, and fields once meant for harvest became mass graves. Lophicus led from the front, wielding not only his silver tongue, but the firm belief that his people could endure. His soldiers did not fight for glory, or for annihilation, but for the right to exist on their own terms, and in the struggle for independence, there is no compromise.
No matter how many victories were achieved, the war never truly ended. For every battle won, another opened. For every warrior of yet another god, and tyrant struck down, another rose. Lophicus saw the faces of those who followed him, their hope, their faith in his vision unchanged, but he also saw their immense suffering.
When the final battle came, when the golden empire of his people stood against an endless wave of enemies, Lophicus did what no one could have foreseen. He gathered his soldiers, the finest warriors of the rebellion, those who had fought alongside him since the beginning, and spoke his final command: ''See speech in Lyon Grass/Lophicus The Gold-Faced Diary"
They charged into battle and then, fueled by his golden will, Lophicus took the souls of the fallen into himself. Not to consume, not to rule, but to protect. Every soldier, every life that had been given for the cause, he bore within him.
And with the power of countless warriors burning inside of him, Lophicus struck one last time. The world itself trembled. The armies of the gods and the old chains were shattered, their grip on the future broken. The Second Children survived. The war was finally over, but at what cost. Lophicus was gone, and so were the souls of his fallen soldiers in battle.
His body, overwhelmed by the weight of so many souls, faded into dust. His people searched for him, but all they found were echoes of the past, his name forever carved into the history of this world.
The Aurum Imperium continued to rise, built on the foundation of his ideals. The people carried his vision forward, honoring his sacrifice by making sure that his ideals remained the pillars on which their civilization stands.
Yet Lophicus' question remained unanswered. "Is it possible to end all suffering in this world?" He had given everything to try. But the answer was still unknown to him.