A book found in Thessaleo Fells.
“O my glorious Fisalia, the shadows of my people are approaching, guiding me to the deep sea.”
Reconstructed from scattered pages by Fuling.
Rover: “I’ve collected some pages of scattered books in Thessaleo Fells.” Fuling: “This book documents some of the Fisalia family’s history. I’m not sure if you’re interested in this mysterious family, but when we first arrived, we also heard some strange things about them… Wuli: “Here, see for yourself.”
In the ancient era, long before Ragunna was founded, the distant seas of Rinascita were the Realm of a Thousand Islands.
At that time, the Fisalia family was already well-versed in the ways of the ocean. We extracted toxins and medicines from deep-sea plants, harnessed vast underwater resources, and reveled in great fortune and widespread renown. Later, with the assault of the Lament, the civilization of the archipelago teetered on the brink of destruction and our family became one of the founders of the Ark, embarking on a quest to find a new settlement.
The journey across the sea was treacherous. The fleets of the Ark were either swallowed by thick fog or torn apart by fierce storms. Yet our family’s Ark, guided by a heavenly voice, led the fleet to a lush archipelago, following the faint glow of a distant lighthouse. One of those islands would later become what is now Ragunna.
The newly founded Ragunna was still in a state of flux. To strengthen the family’s rule, our family head declared that the manifestation of ████ ****was a symbol of the deep-sea faith and a response from the marine divinity to our devotion. This proclamation proved to be successful. As the number of believers grew, so too did the stability of the family’s power.
Later, some fishermen cliamed that they had been assisted by ████ during their fishing trips. This entity, long known as the Giant One, had existed for ages. Its shadow beneath the sea guided Ragunna’s fishermen and fleets, helping them weather storms and bringing in harvests far greater than before.
*The Fisalia family was the original ruler of Ragunna, and we also laid the faith foundation of the Order. Yet why have generations of family heads chosen to conceal this history?
Why can’t I remember It’s name? Cursed be it, the wound… it is throbbing again. Something must be wrong with the air… I must find a safer place. The soldiers will never think to search for me in the tower. I must document this secret history… before it slips from my mind entirely.*
The fishermen referred to the shadow in the sea as ████, and they would call upon its sacred name to receive its aid. Small miracles began to accumulate, forming a powerful current of faith. The common folk grew increasingly convinced that the Giant One was, indeed, ████.
As the family began to investigate, they were shocked to discover that these miraculous occurrences differed greatly from those recorded in the past. So, what was the true form of the Giant One the people had placed their faith in? And what, exactly, was the true object of our devotion? This mysterious faith was quietly reshaping the history of Ragunna, and it threated our family’s control over the Order of the Deep.
Only the Ark forebears and our family heads knew that ████ should be the true form of ████. Yet, with the preaching of the Order, the common folk, unaware of the truth began to place their faith even more in ████. Meanwhile, rumors spread that the true form of ████ was that of a fish-like deity. What’s even stranger was that those who heard these rumors began to dream of ████ in the form of ████.
*Is this text truly the same record I once read in the secret chamber of the family head? I have an unsettling feeling that my hands are writing down the history of ████ on their own.
Ah, I remember now… Yes, even I, who have never set sail on the sea, was drawn into that dream as I fled. Beneath the tranquil surface of the sea, a giant dark shadow loomed, and my fishing boat felt like a mere sampan before it…
Impossible… That impure, blasphemous form could not have been the object of my faith all this time. I must reveal the truth to the world.*
After the death of Napoli the Second, the Order of the Deep elected a new Primus. The spread of the faith surpassed all previous reach. Yet, the doctrines proclaimed by the Acolytes were tainted by a dark mist. Everything related to ████ began to twist — its statues, its anecdotes, and even its proverbs…