The faithful have migrated down south to the desert that remains of the Silvers.

The nights get longer, the day grow shorter.

We arrive in an old temple complex, the most recent inhabitants call it the Asru-Samas.

This is where the world will end.

We light a final candle.

A Last Light.

We pray.

Keep the light burning.

I would like to announce that the broken inhabitants of the Silver Desert have finally been united under the single banner of the Last Light, with our main holdout in the Asru-Samas. The Last Light is a client state of the CRS. Unlike the rest of the CRS, worship of the Ahura-Samas and It's children are allowed. It is also ran autonomously.

We plan to keep the light alive in the temple complex formally known as the Asru-Samas.

I am the warden of the Last Light. I will post smaller claims shortly.

The CRS has vowed to protect us from the everlasting Night to come.

And the Night will come.

Kullu aknūru maqlūtu.

Keep the light burning.