The Black Sun.
The Lonely Planet.
The Place of Tears.
The Seat of Justice and Honor.
Vertrus.
The place no invasion had ever taken hold of it's soil, the huge burning colossus of Alteriia, the home to the mighty and honorable Alteriians. Home to hundreds of billions. Science and philosophy reigned supreme, material wants crushed. The light of the new age, inter-spewed between magnificent lava steams and an ashy arid sky.
Where hope was king, and faith its selfless steward.
It was here, so many centuries ago, that the Alteriians first set foot after fleeing their certain demise. It is said in legend, that the first plants of Alteriia grew watered by the tears of the first settlers.
It was here, on this gloomy place of charcoal that the Alteriians struggled onward.
It is here the legend says, that Narushah spread her hands across the badlands and formed a new hope and life for Alteriia, that they could bring justice to other nations, to make up for the adversities that had beset their own.
It is said in legend that it was here that Robless' fleets had been halted, before they had regrouped to the first dimension. It was here that over the eons, warlords and emperors had been halted, and forced back again.
And so it would happen again, that it was here that the might Arch-Druid planned to halt Verax's invasion.
He could attempt to take the 6th dimension, the 8th, the 7th... The universe...
But he would step not a single foot further, for he would dash his heart out against the wall of mighty Alteriia.
Not one more step,
Not one step more
Vertrus is the name of your retreat.