Far to the south, a pristine lake now lies cradled amidst the sands of
the Mhojave desert. Beneath the sparkling waters, within the glass
formation known as Ashaxei's Mirror, the final memories of the great
white dragon are reflected in an endless tableau, reminding all who
enter of her tragic end.

The aftermath of Ashaxei's death continues to resonate throughout the
world. Deep within the heart of Yggdrasil, the eternal flame upon which
all life depends sputters and wavers. Frost has formed upon the branches
of the World Tree, and Achaeans across all continents felt a sudden
chill when, suddenly, a deep, intense thrum filled the air, and a
powerful shockwave radiated outward from Yggdrasil.

Fearing the flame had been completely extinguished, adventurers
cautiously approached Yggdrasil. With relief they discovered that the
flame still burns, though weakly, but its power to resurrect the fallen
by immolation lies inert.

Penned by My hand on the 13th of Sarapin, in the year 610 AF.