Tlanaxhp

Tlanaxhp, the Planet of Evocation. It alone rests on the axis of Memoria, the Field of Memories. Because of this, the history of Tlanaxhp mingles with physical space.   Zoe gasped for air as she listlessly wandered the now-infernal Plains of Hwainain. The grass and life gave way to salt and acid. The destruction was guaranteed by Andrew of Nolor, who in his evocation embodied such extreme envy that the entire Noloran Regiment materialized from Memoria and decimated the Hwainain people.   Envy, Rage and Lust. Respectively, they connected the powerful empires of Nolor, Arnax, and Mhamhl to Memoria. Nolor, a towering metropolis with infinite amenities. Arnax, a gladiatorial haven filled with the strongest beasts. Mhamhl, a cesspool that silently scours all of Tlanaxhp to strip every creature of their dignity.   Zoe collapsed onto the ground and stared into the sky. What could Love do?   Her husband materialized. Caleb caught her tears with his warm hands.   "They're too strong, Caleb. Everyone else is too strong. The Mhamhls took the boys, and... there's just nothing left." Zoe's shaking was met with a firm embrace from Caleb.   "Zoe, you are what's left. What's left is someone beautiful and unique in this world." Zoe's tears halted.   "Tlanaxhp is filled with vile creatures. Creatures who can only destroy. Creatures who can only avenge for what is lost to them. But you, Zoe, can protect what remains." Zoe's emergent smile revived the patch of barren earth over which she stood.   "Find Xahoc, a weaver in East Khornax. In Memoria, the greatest ally of Love is Sorrow. And finally, Zoe, remember that wherever you go, I'll always be here." Caleb's kiss was met with his resorption into Memoria.   "Xahoc."   Zoe repeated the name, tears streaming down her face again. The nearby earth, alive with the nostalgic petrichor of Hwainain.