In the quiet expanse of this chapter, we delve into the enduring legacy of White Rock Sanctuary. Despite the loss of Ioldtor, the crumbling stones and the echoes of destruction, the Ivory Citadel's spirit refuses to be extinguished. It stands as a symbol of resilience, a silent hymn to the indomitable will of the Dawn Legion and the region they protected.
Within the shattered halls, where time has worn away the physical grandeur, the Dawn Legion's inheritors (followers of Avorrad) finds solace and strength. The Citadel's ruins become a sacred space, a repository of memories that inspire the legionnaires to uphold the virtues of justice, wisdom, and valor.
As we step beyond the confines of the broken walls, the impact of White Rock Sanctuary reverberates throughout the region. The very earth seems to absorb the tales of heroism, and local communities draw courage from the stories of those who once defended them. The sanctuary, now in ruins, becomes a timeless symbol—a whispering stone that urges its legacy forward.
This chapter is a testament to the endurance of the White Rock Sanctuary's ideals. Though reduced to rubble, its legacy lives on, weaving itself into the fabric of the legionairres and the communities it once safeguarded. The people, touched by the historical embrace of White Rock Sanctuary, stand resilient against the encroaching shadows, carrying the torch of the past into an uncertain future.
