On the borderlands of Kairos there lay a city. It was a simple place but a happy one. Then one year on the longest night. Something broke that silence. From across the marshes and mountains a bright light shone in the sky. A trail of fire behind it, spreading out like the wings of a phoenix. Cracking and fracturing in the heavens sending down showers of flame as far as the eye could see.

As the stone descended from the heavens it smashed into the lake beside this humble city. The water boiled and bubbled across the entirety. Though when the steam had stopped rising and it had seemed to cool, the people of this sleeping city went out on their boats. Trying to find this strange omen from the Quin.

By the morning the people of the city found this stone. A local fisherman wretched it from the murk and mire, following a strange glow until it was freed for all to see. It felt warm to the touch but the stone pulsed and throbbed. People could only wonder until some voice in the crowd spoke up. "Its the still beating heart of Daemon!"

Whispers and murmurs spread through the people who looked at the stone. Curious but that voice to them may have been right. There was no particular feature. Just its living pulse that shed a deep red light out to all it could reach, as if it was alive.

Loading it into a wagon they led it back to town. Unsure what to do with this mysterious stone, they laid it atop a pedestal in the center of town. Slowly the sun would rise again only for its rays to shine against the stone. With that the stone seemed to pulse more and more like a creature waking up from a long slumber but it simply continued to pulse its crimson hue upon the city. Travelers to it noted they could see its light for meters on meters outside of the city like a beacon becoming people to come closer.

As the smiths would go about their work each day their swings slowly attuned to the pace of the light as though it was guiding them when to strike the metal. The people had many speculations until one day the same voice of old spoke out about an idea. "Let us build a mighty church and place the stone atop it so that all may bask in the light of Daemon."

Not a voice rose up in opposition and so the people set out to begin their work. Asking for ores and stones during trade and slowly brought it to the town center. The man who had spoke out about the dead Quin laid out the plans and began the work for them.

In the processes of a year with aid from the people of the city this random project they started neared its climax. Hoisting the stone up one mann at a time. Until the stone was placed upon a alter. Where its deep glow could be seen for miles upon miles calling upon people to visit this site. Its glow changing the people mentally each day until they were fond of its presence.

Over time the biggest change to come from the stone would be the renaming of the city and the acceptance of the cult that was born of its light. Fervently worshiping Daemon whether at the forges or in worship of their long lost fire quin... but to them... he wasn't gone yet.