Dawn of Legends

And after the Judgment Day had passed, and the heavens and the earth had settled, the lands of the East were shaken, though they had not been called to war nor seen upon the battlefield.

For though they had remained distant, untouched by the wrath of the Architect, yet they knew that His gaze had rested upon them from afar.

And the immortals, those who had walked the path of cultivation and had long sought mastery over magic and body, trembled in silence.

For they who had thought themselves beyond the reach of gods now beheld a power greater than any they had known, one who did not ask for faith, nor demand worship, but whose presence alone had cast down the mighty.

And the mortals who had journeyed westward, seeking trade and knowledge, returned with words that spread as fire upon dry grass, saying, "We have seen Him! The One above all! His presence alone silenced the heavens and the gods! His voice is the decree of fate itself!"

And they told of the Judgment Day, of how the heavens trembled and the earth split, of how the gods who once ruled were cast into the Abyss, never to return.

And the people of the East, upon hearing these things, were filled with awe and dread, and they bowed their heads in silence.

But the immortals, those who ruled the East in wisdom and power, grew fearful, and they called forth their elders and their sages, saying, "Silence these words, lest the Architect look upon us as He did the West! Let none speak of this, lest we share in their fate!"

And they sent forth their trusted ones, bidding them to quell the tongues of men, to command the scribes to cease their writing, and to ensure that no temple nor monument be raised in His name.

And they spake among themselves, saying, "We have walked the path of power by our own strength. We have not been made by faith as the gods of the West, nor have we sought to rule beyond our borders. Let us remain as we are, and may the Architect turn His gaze away from us."

And so, though the knowledge of the Judgment Day was not erased, it was buried beneath whispers and hidden from the eyes of the common folk.

Yet in the hearts of the wise and the learned, the fear of the Architect remained, for they knew that His hand could reach even where they dwelled.

And thus, the East was silent, watching from afar, neither kneeling nor rising, waiting for a time when the Architect's decree would come upon them.