Solana

In the days of The Golden Empire, there stood a city that touched the heavens, a city whose name still echoes in the hearts of those who remember the glory of the past. Solana, the Sun-Crowned City, was a masterpiece of divine grace and Human achievement, where the will of the gods shaped every stone and every street.
Nestled at the confluence of great rivers, Solana’s gleaming towers stretched skyward, their marble and gold reflecting the light of the sun, as though the city itself were blessed by the divine. The air was thick with incense, and the streets were filled with songs of worship. At its heart stood the Radiant Spire, the grand Temple of The Covenant, where the Nine Powers were honored in daily rituals that bathed the city in celestial light. It was here that priests and acolytes, chosen by the gods themselves, would offer their prayers and sacrifices, ensuring the continued favor of the divine.
All around the base of the Radiant Spire, temples to the individual Powers stood in harmony, their marble pillars etched with the sacred histories of the gods. The people of Solana, blessed with divine grace, flourished in this holy city—governed by emperors who were seen not just as rulers, but as living conduits of the gods’ will. Their authority was absolute, their mandate unquestionable, for the gods had blessed their empire, and their empire was the divine’s will made manifest on Aeldoren.
But even the mightiest of cities can fall.
In a cataclysmic event that remains shrouded in mystery, Solana was torn from the land. The seas rose, swallowing the city whole, leaving only a forsaken isle behind, the Black Isle, haunted by the ghosts of its former glory. Though its spires lie broken and its streets drowned, the memory of Solana endures. The isle, now cursed in legend, stands as a grim monument to the city that once shone brighter than any star.
Solana is gone, but its story remains. In the hearts of the faithful, in the prayers of those who remember, the city of the gods lives on—an eternal symbol of divine grace, lost but never forgotten.
There are those who say that Solana will rise again at the end of days, its majesty and splendor restored for all to behold. That the great bells of the Radiant Spire will ring once more, and the trumpets of the gods will sound across the land, heralding the return of the Nine Powers and the final days of Aeldoren. The faithful wait, hoping that one day, the city that touched the heavens will return to reclaim its rightful place in the world, and the glory of The Golden Empire will shine once more.

"Solana was not just a city, but the heart of a world blessed by the gods themselves. When it fell, the pulse of the Golden Empire ceased, leaving only echoes of its former glory beneath the waves."