Part One: As the Legend Tells
As soon as the first rays of the morning light illuminated the peaks of Inggison mountains, the day was destined to be remembered and recorded into the history of the Elyos nation. The valiant Miromi, the best of the clerics on all Atreia, decided it is no longer tolerable to suffer the terror of the shade-cursed Asmodians and bloodthirsty Balaur. Thus she decided to bring this to the end. When she brought this idea forward to her loyal legion mates, Impresario and Mayi, they agreed without any objection or hesitation and set their path to the Canyon of Silentera, a territory which rightfully belonged to the Elyos and every Asmodian or Balaur who made even one step there, opposed all laws in which Miromi believed. After the three best clerics on Atreia received their blessings from Kaisinel's agent Veille, they entered into the wilderness of the Canyon.
"Seek those monsters who defile our lands with their presence and destroy them once and for all!" Miromi declared and chose a direction towards Besmundir Temple where she suspected the greatest hordes. Impresario and Mayi followed her, as they already knew from the experience of countless battles, that there is strength in numbers. As soon as they reached the crossroad to Hanarkand Pass they found first enemies, the scales-clad, monstrous Balaur. The clerics unsheathed their weapons and within a blink of an eye the fight was over. They continued further into these lands. Before long they encountered a group of Asmodians. Those cowardly creatures tried to outflank them, but because of Miromi's keen intellect their effort was futile. The best cleric on Atreia sent Mayi through Prayerful Passage to cross the path of those darkspawn monsters.
Mayi, separated from the group, elegantly glided through the pass and landed on Jotun Square. At that moment she was surrounded by at least ten Asmodians. But she wasn't afraid.
"Die, you filthy monstrosities!" she shouted, gathered all aether around her and sent it at the surprised Asmodians. As they did not expect such mighty attack, all but one lost their consciousness.
"You shall die," the dark leader wheezed.
"Maybe. But before that you shall deliver a message to your commanders. You are not welcome here," she replied and let the wounded creature go.
In the meantime Miromi and Impresario engaged much greater numbers of those red-eyed darkspawned beings. They called upon their holy servants who were proof of not only their loyalty to the Lady of Light, but also of their exceptional powers. Even then the Asmodians remained in their regrettable nescience and instead of retreating, which would be the only sane option, they attacked. In the following fierce battle Miromi and Impresario took several injuries and the enemies ignominiously died. At this place they had no chance to be revieved at Obelisks, all of them were too far away. When the last of the attackers fell, one more cowering creature emerged out of shadows. He drew his bow and shot a deadly arrow at unsuspecting Impresario. Miromi noticed in time and intercepted the arrow's path. She sacrificed her life for her ally's survival. But Impresario wasn't called The High Resurrector for nothing. After he smashed the filthy creature's head with one blow of his mighty warhammer, he aimed his attention at Miromi and wringed her from the cold claws of death.
Cured and renewed they continued their journey. In the part of canyon called Hopes' Demise they reutited with Mayi. They concluded it would be sensible to not split the party again. With their combined power they crushed every other enemy who stepped into their way.
In the Vorgaltem Pass they beheld numerous Asmodians and Balaur who were closing on one unarmed Shugo. They let out their righteous rage and engaged the battle. The skirmish was cruel and relentless. In the end the three best clerics on Atreia fought their way to the Shugo, who introduced herself as Pradaaknerk.
"Thank you, oh, mighty daevas, for the rescue, nyerk. All Shugos will now hear of your bravery and you shall never be forgotten, nyerk. Please, accept these gifts, nyerk," she bowed several times and endowed them with otherwordly beautiful robes the world has never seen. The Elyos gave thanks for her generosity and happy with their accomplishments they left the canyon.