The Promythean was a radiant, Rift-warped pyramid of immense scale, raised by Primarch Prometheus, eldest and most powerful of Malekith's solar demigods (the Primarchs of the Sun). Towering above the western fringes of The Sands of Serrakhan, it was crowned by a vast array of levitating concentric golden rings, each spinning with arcane precision and channeling unstable Rift energy. From their center burst a pillar of golden light so bright it pierced the sky—and the veil between worlds.
The Promythean did not merely exist in the material realm. It drifted between planes, anchored to both the Prime Plane and the Faewyld, its presence growing stronger as the Conjunction of the Realms approached. It appeared to travelers as always just within reach—yet always beyond it. Dozens died chasing it across the dunes, lost to thirst, madness, or the illusions that shrouded its true distance.
Appearance & Structure
The pyramid itself was forged from sun-tempered goldsteel, etched with runes older than any current Osiran civilization (in the 5th age). Its surface shimmered with radiant heat and emitted an ever-present hum that blurred thought and fractured will. The floating rings above pulsed with synchronized Rift oscillations, drawing ley currents toward the Promythean like a siphon.
At its base, a singular gateway stood open only to those strong—or desperate—enough to endure its pull.
Within, it housed shifting corridors of divine geometry, walls reconfiguring in impossible patterns, their logic designed to trap, separate, and overwhelm. In these labyrinthine depths roamed the Light Ones—once-Fae, now seared hollow by solar corruption. Their mouths and eyes bled golden fire, and their flesh shimmered like cracked marble, forever alight.
At its heart: the Demi-Plane of the Promythean—a perfect Eden of Faewyld flora, burning sun, and golden rivers. But all of it was false. An echo of Prometheus’ dream: to merge the Prime and the Faewyld into one world, reshaped in his patron’s solar image.
Prelude to the Conjunction
The Promythean manifested days before the Conjunction of the Realms, a celestial event long prophesied and long feared. When it first emerged, Kairus the Brass, Losk the Wanderer, and Headmaster Altair Emris of The Sunsations sought to confront Prometheus at its zenith.
They failed.
Altair Emris was unmade—his body and soul disintegrated by radiant overcharge. Kairus and Losk were captured and reshaped into reforged Solar Primarchs, shackled to Prometheus' will. With their defeat, the pyramid’s beacon flared to full brightness, and the conjunction began.
The dunes were shattered. Entire swaths of western Serrakhan were overgrown by chaotic Faewyld flora, creating a permanent rift biome along the western coast (see: Faewylds). Shariz suffered a cataclysmic quake. The veil was torn.
The Final Descent
In the aftermath, the Sunsations regrouped. With the elemental realms destabilizing and Rift tides surging, they mounted a final expedition into the pyramid.
Battling through warped fauna, Light Ones, and collapsing Rift corridors, they breached the innermost sanctum and entered the Promythean Demi-Plane—an illusion of paradise writhing atop an altar of annihilation.
There, Prometheus awaited. The battle was long and costly.
At its climax, the Sunsations wielded the Dawn Device, a relic capable of sealing Rift-entities. Together, they imprisoned Prometheus—and with him, the bound spirits of Kairus and Losk, both too far gone to be freed.
As the final seal was cast, the Promythean erupted.
Current Status
What remains of the Promythean is buried beneath the overgrown wastes of western Serrakhan (aka the Faewylds). Though its physical form was shattered, the land itself bears the mark of its presence. Trees twist toward suns that do not exist. Time distorts. Light burns cold.
Fae scholars claim the site remains linked to the Faewyld, a lingering scar where the veil is forever thin. The Serrakhan Sultanate patrols the region, and the area is marked for interdiction.