The Relics... they're alive...

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Brother! If the Goddess is with me, I just might be still alive while you read this letter. I might yet escape the City in the Skies with riches beyond my wildest imagination. Even now, as the Guardians tread ever closer to where I hide, the risk feels justified when I look at the treasures in my hands.

No one knows for sure how the Greendieta came to be, but I have my theories. According to what I've heard, here in the Caelum, they could be the descendants of Old Willow, or even Threemas himself.

They've constructed this magnificent Temple, the Caelum Greendieta, where they can exist in isolation, favoring neither Fury nor Light. They are too old for such grudges, too alien to concern themselves with our world and our passions. The only exception seems to be the Traitor, and who knows why he hates his kind so much.

The Guardians certainly don't look like anything I've ever seen before. They tower over the largest Deatheater and their wings will blot out your sight, if you get too close to one...

Don't get too close to one. My companions learned that lesson the shortest and easiest way, and now I have more treasure for myself. Ha! A one-way split! There's Lapis here of such

Sir, our scouts found this damaged letter near the charred remains of a corpse just inside the Temple. The body is so badly ruined that we can't even tell what race it was. The intelligence in the letter can't yet be confirmed, but whoever wrote it was wearing powerful arms and armor on par with your own. It's all wrecked now, nothing left but a bloody mess. I hate to think what could have done that.

We will proceed to venture further, albeit with extreme caution and additional reinforcements, into the “Caelum Greendieta” upon your command.

Lt. Commander Drasaan, Raigo Expeditionary Leader