As Elarion stood in the newborn heavens, the veil behind him closed with a soundless sigh. And in that silence, he whispered:
"Let there be grace."
From that breath came the Realm of Elyndor—the Celestial Crown of Existence.
Towering halls of glowing marble and floating citadels of light formed in the clouds. Rivers shimmered in the air, flowing upward and sideways, weaving through ancient trees of crystal. The skies bloomed with color—indigo, silver, and gold. And at the center of it all rose the Sanctum of the Starthrone, the heart of Elyndor.
There, Elarion called forth his first companions.
From the rays of compassion and the flame of purpose, six beings emerged—The Seraphim—angels with six wings, faces radiant with purpose, their voices echoing like chimes in the soul.
Then came the Heavenly Warriors, armored in willpower, eyes like twin suns, forged from the discipline of cosmic law.
And lastly, the Celestial Dragons—not beasts of rage, but noble beings, tall as mountains, with scales like constellations and hearts of fire and wisdom.
Each bowed before Elarion—not from fear, but reverence. They did not see a god demanding worship, but a creator worthy of it.
The heavens were alive.
But the Veil stirred once more...