Gunadule

Hidden among the mystical snow-capped mountains of the country rises the ancient village of Gunadule, forged in primordial mysticism and consecrated to the protection of its lands against anyone who dares to profane their purity.

For the Gunadule people, every material good possesses its spiritual counterpart, and each of these invisible threads weaves a different level of the universe. According to their tradition, the cosmos is made up of twelve planes, arranged from top to bottom: beginning with the lowest, the earthly plane, passing through that of sacrifice, and ascending to the most sacred ones — those of rebirth and infinity.

All are separated by the Dabali River, whose majestic and impetuous waters allow spirits, animals, and plants to travel through the veins of existence and find eternal relief upon discovering their Purba, or soul.

But the fine thread of destiny began to unravel. Continuous attacks from the heretics —worshippers of false gods and merciless prophets— devastated the sacred settlements of the Galus, guardians of balance between good and evil throughout the universe.

Then, a small group of Neles, the sacred warriors, set out on a journey to the earthly world. They renounced all the primordial powers that had been granted to them, with one single purpose: to protect their world. It was not merely a heroic act — it was an absolute sacrifice. To descend meant never being able to return to the spiritual plane.

As they crossed the first layer of the universe —the one separating life from death— they left behind their Purba, detaching themselves from the essence of their being. This renunciation, by the will of the plane of sacrifice, granted them the strength and endurance needed for battle — a worthy exchange to save their people.

And so they did.

Upon stepping onto the earthly world, they found a desolate scene. There was no life left — only death and ruin. What had once been beauty was now stained with blood; the purity of the snow had turned into a handkerchief of tears for the few surviving Gunadule.

With their hearts bowed, they prayed to Mother Earth. When they raised their eyes to the sky, the omen was clear: three condors in the north, three in the south, three in the west, and three in the east. Fate had been sealed.

In the distance, they saw the heretics. Their mission was clear — to strip them of life and banish them from any possible plane of existence.

The war raged for days. The heretics fell one by one, but so did the small band of Neles.

Only two warriors remained standing: Gunabiri and Malugir. They fought side by side until their hearts ceased to beat in unison. They fulfilled their purpose, but it was already too late — the Gunadule people had been reduced to almost nothing.

It is said that their bodies were buried in a valley between the mountains. Over the years, in that very place, a great nance tree bloomed on the day Gunabiri and Malugir died — and withered again the day they were laid to rest.

Since then, the cycle of life and death was restored. And during the few days when the nance tree blooms, it is once again possible to cross the earthly plane through dreams… and return from them.