The Cinder Vessel broke down during testing. The coalescent flame charred the rat inside. A bright flash, then, nothing. Thankfully, the side effect of blindness was only temporary.

I've acquired a new subject. Another rat, Igni. Hopefully, our path to salvation. I cannot accept more setbacks. I will ensure that the Cinder Vessel holds as if my life depended on it. It may well.

Balthazar, 506 D.A.

By the Ancients, I've done it! Equilibrium. The subject sleeps, yet can be awakened. They are dead, yet alive! The subject does not decay — is untouched by the coarse flow of time. A Flame's soul in a mortal body — Igni serves as proof!
We can survive! We can endure. These Cinder Vessels will be our only chance amidst the Shroud. We have no other choice.

Balthazar, 507 D.A.

It's done. The Cinder Vessel is a delicate contraption, still volatile, yet brimming with potential and hope. The first human to enter will be our true prototype, the kindling of a new spark.

Thankfully, the Blacksmith volunteered. He must enter the vessel... and sleep until roused anew, lest he slips into eternity.

May the ashes of one age sustain the seeds of the next.

Balthazar, 508 D.A.