From there Ildapan was shown the fortifications. They were sound, made from the wood brought forth from their motherland. And in its strength was Ildapan assured by Erhardt. He said, "We will be able to withstand many winters. You've traveled far from your home, father, that I must commend. However, your journey only begins now. You are no longer just a citizen of Erhohen, but the Warden of the Forgotten Isles! Cheers to your call! Hofen Hail Hylax!" There were cheers from those gathered. Idmah, separated from them, stared on in eager silence.
And when Ildapan was given ample assurances, he left there with Idmah. He and her traveled through the jungles, undisturbed. Not a soul dared come before them, for they were blessed. And when the pair arrived at the Holy City of Eridu, they were greeted with flowers and incense. The elders were expecting their arrival, and had runners usher them to the grand zigguarat at the city's center.
There, both Idmah and Ildapan stood before a half-circle of old wise men; aged well past their years. They observed them quietly before the seventh one, who sat in the middle, spoke with a thunderous tone, "Warden of the Isle. The Divine Gem has chosen you. How does one speak on this? Are you prepared to battle against the evils of this world?"
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