The crack in the sky widened.
What began as a ripple became a wound, and from it echoed whispers that pierced even the hearts of angels. The Great Veil did not roar or shout—it whispered truths twisted into lies, doubts sharpened like blades.
"He does not see you.""You were made to serve, not to shine.""The Veil offers freedom."
Among the Seraphim, a once-pure voice faltered.
Kaelion, the Dawnwatcher—one of Elarion's six—looked into the fracture too long… and saw himself forgotten. A shadow grew behind his wings. He did not fall alone.
Soon, dozens of angels and dragons, frightened and unsure, gathered in secret temples where the light could not reach.They formed the first covenant of the Withered Court, swearing allegiance not to chaos—but to escape.
"We do not betray the Light," they said."We simply reject its chain."
Below, the mortal realms began to unravel. Dreams carried voices. Stars blinked out. Entire forests withered in a single breath.Elarion saw the ripples cross into the earth, and in that moment, he wept.
But he did not waver.
From the Sanctum of Elyndor, he raised his hand, and his voice echoed through all dimensions:
"Let those who walk in love, rise.Let those who seek truth, stand.Let the hearts of mortals hear My call."
And so began the War of Echoes.
A war not just of blade and flame——but of faith,identity,and choice.