A hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Pastures, fisheries, mills, and other facilities had been built; countless trees had been felled by slash-and-burn, leaving behind open farmland; canals had been dug and sea salt had been dried. The people of Logos had finally settled into a life that was modest yet stable. Stone altars facing the direction of the Holy Land rose from the earth, adorned with exquisite murals of several Prophets and four Holy Scriptures engraved on stone tablets, interpreting the unchanging beliefs of this race throughout millennia.
The people of Logos revered Nu Mirda as king, kneeling daily towards the Holy Land and living a life of prayer to God.
