:''"So, as I was saying earlier, I've decided to change today's schedule. Originally, I was going to give you an in-depth geology class, but some fresh and important news came to me from the Fyros Empire earlier this afternoon. They concern imperial policy. So I thought it would be more relevant to take the time to discuss them. Is that okay with you?"

Pü nodded and snuggled up to his mother. He loved these moments with her, in all intimacy, without anyone to disturb them. He loved listening to her voice, and making her proud, reciting her lessons to perfection. As the future Shadow of the Black Mask, Pü needed to know more than anyone else about the history of Atys, for him to master its geopolitics, and thus advise his brother as best he could when this one led the Sacred War. So today, the geology class had turned into a discussion session on current events in the Fyros Empire, whose territory located in the far boreal deserts had always fascinated Pü. Accustomed to lush jungles, the young Zorai had always wondered how it was possible to live in such lands. But the hostile climate they suffered was a good match for his idea of the Fyros, that people of proud and courageous warriors whose ardent temperament drove them to incessantly advance. In fact, even the physical appearance of the Fyros exuded harshness: stocky bodies, bulging muscles, swarthy skin. Born warriors. While the hawkish attitude of the Pü tribe made it almost unique among the various tribes of the Jungle, it was its common denominator with those of the Desert.