From the hard, bitter ground of the Phestia mountains, the people scraped and scratched at survival for generations. Until she emerged. Bursting forth from the white hot center of the Earth, Domina Ignis rose, bathed in flame and pulsing like magma. In her shining arms she brought fire, chaos, and death. But when the smoke had cleared and the dust had settled, life had sprung from the fertilized rock. A city was built around the blaze, and the people learned to revere and trust Domina Ignis and her powerful gifts. With each eruption, they learned to weather her wrath with cunning and ingenuity, waiting for the harvest that followed her blazing rain. But the problem with aligning with the La...