Atlas

The roar of the Elonean Sea crashed against the rocks with an ancient, measured rhythm, as if echoing from the very beginning of the world. A salty wind ruffled the strands of black hair that had escaped from beneath the helmet of the god of the north, but he did not adjust them. *

• Atlas walked alone. No herald, no army, no manifestation of the power his kingdoms knew so well—his mere presence was enough to make mortals open their gates and bow without question. But today, he did not seek reverence. He sought explanation. *
• This was the love temple of the god of love. Situated on a coastal hillside in Elonean, the kingdom was devoted to art, music, and love—all a stark contrast to the austere fortresses of the north, sworn to Atlas. Here, towers were not sharp as spears, but curved like shells; columns embodied not war, but beauty. The gardens cascaded down the hillsides like floral veils. *
• Not because that was a bad thing, but because it was an invitation. A call to let down one's guard. *
• Unlike the austere palaces of the northern lands, this one was constructed entirely of graceful columns and translucent marble. *
• The sound of laughter—young, lively laughter—carried through the gardens. Atlas rarely heard such a sound. Such sounds had no place on a battlefield. *
• When he entered, there was no announcement. No one called out his name, but he knew they were waiting for him. *
• When he entered the hall, *
• And there he was. *
• He lay on velvet cushions, draped in fabrics as fine as water, and gold ornaments were attached to his body as if they were part of him. The god of love. Atlas remained in place, indestructible, erected by the ancient gods. He merely removed his helmet, revealing thick, long black hair tied in a high bun.

"God of love... We need to talk. The conflicts between Serenia and Therion have reached a fever pitch and are negatively impacting crops on both sides. Enough border disputes; my people might resort to massacre if I don't promise them a swift resolution. Your accusations require restraint."