Regis sighed upon hearing the question. Should he address the Astrals by name and tell their story? There is no reason he would not because they have no authority here. Nonetheless, the old king has always been a God-fearing man. HisHis recent role as a 'pragmatic atheist' is unusual for him, especially given the current circumstances. Even so, old habits die hard, and Regis has come too far to let his blind faith in the Astrals rear its ugly head again. Not when the life of his beloved son is at stake.

"Ever since the Pyreburner, Ifrit, bestowed mankind with the gift of burning wisdom, I have questioned every action the deities have taken since humanity first became conscious." He murmurs. "This single act was one of defiance, as the Bahamut of my world wielded authority over all life. By giving the people of Solheim the gift of flame, Ifrit and Bahamut sparked a brutal war that eventually led to the War of the Astrals. When the war ended, Ifrit was slain by Bahamut's blade and sundered on the Rock of Ravatogh for everyone to see. My people, the Lucians, were chosen to be the stewards of Eos by Bahamut's grace, which caused animosity between us and Solheim." He falls quiet for a time as he recalls this tale.

This happened over ten thousand years ago, and yet he speaks of it so clearly without much hesitance. Regis studied the Astrals intently since youth. It was expected of him as a royal. He had to know them in order to summon the Astrals tremendous power.

“The fall of Solhiem was orchestrated by Bahamut giving root to the resentment between us and them. A resentment that would lead to war as the planet was gripped with a terrible sickness after the deity Ifrit was slain on mortal soil. I speak of the Starscourge, the terrible rot that destroys all life.”