Description
“They live from a stone of purest kind. If you do not know it, it shall be here named to you. It is called “Lapsit exillis.” By the power of that stone, the phoenix burns to ashes, but the ashes give him life again. Thus, does the phoenix molt and change its plumage, which afterward is bright and shining, and as lovely as before.”
National-socialist Germany is running on its last feet. Hamburg burnt down, Dresden and its population wiped of the map, Swinemünde destroyed, the death march to the west started. But all is not lost for division Parzival, Holle, Maier and the Albruna. Every ending holds a new beginning. “X” marks the spot between those two.”
