On the day before our final attack, the Obsidian Lord Malvarma sat with his three most faithful captains and shared a simple meal. I, who had followed him longest on our campaign against the evil red robed Magiistos, sat in the place of honor to my Lord’s right. Malvarma drew upon the ground with his finger. “You know little of the true nature of the world, having only seen the two Inner Rings. I trace a perfect circle in the dirt. That is Perimet, the Center Kingdom, where battle with the Magiistos awaits. I draw around Perimet a circle. That is the Ring of the Roko Mountains, where our grand army gathers. Around Roko, I draw a circle for the Ring of the Great Grass Plain from which so many of our warriors come. Encircling the Plains is the Ring of Sand, a desert only I have traversed, home to the living flames and metal men. Surrounding the desert is the Ring of the Sea, upon which only I have sailed. Around the Ring of the Sea is the Ring of Ice, which I barely survived. Encompassing all is the Ring of Darkness where no light shines. Beyond that, I draw no more, for it is not for you to know what lies beyond the Seventh Ring. Each Ring rotates around the next smallest Ring, and Perimet is the anchor for all. When the Center falls tomorrow, the rule of the Magiistos will be at an end!” Kapitano Pek de Nau, “Reminisces of a Warrior”