Weapon Ascension Material.
The grand city of gold and marble was no more. Following the moonlight's pale guidance, its remnants wandered to a desolate foreign land.
The glory and prowess of the past had dried up like morning dew, yet the first delusion still flows under the skin of the proud, unlike the graves that have been lost to time.
Like farmers pruning their crops, the archpriests who served the moonlight, for generation after generation, selected the pure bloodlines closest to their progenitor's, no matter what the cost was...