No matter how powerful any warrior was, none could stand up to the strength and numbers of the armies of Dynamis. Until, of course, that one fateful day, when a great Warlord stepped forth, wielding a blade he called the Amanomurakumo. With this blade and his own skill, he pushed back the armies of Dynamis and entered the shrouded realm itself. Inside, he used the true power of the Amanomurakumo, the blade of sealing given to him by Altana. The realm of Dynamis was sealed off from Vana'diel, and the only thing that came out again was the blade, which faded slowly from the world, to return again only if a pure soul was alive when the portal to Dynamis opened again.
The Amanomurakumo was last seen wielded by Seijuro, last Samurai of the Royal Knights of San d'Oria. However, with his disappearance, the blade was lost forever. Now that the Lord of Dynamis once again has his sights on Vana'diel, a hero who can wield the blade will soon be needed... or else, all will be lost to the emptiness. That is what I have learned thus far about the ancient legend of Dynamis. The Promyvion within the crags was just excess energy from the sealing of the shrouded realm... I could only imagine the horrors that the true Dynamis possessed.
"Father..." a voice said.
"What? Father?" I asked.
"You need not worry about the future of Vana'diel. Protect the present, and heroes shall arise again when needed in the future. Good luck."
I wondered about what the vision was all about, but decided to get some rest. Tomorrow we would set out on our journey once more, and I had a feeling I would be needing all the sleep I could get.
