The sigils still glowed in the heavens when Elarion's light began to fade—not in strength, but in presence.
He had spoken.He had chosen.Now the Flamebearers would carry his word back to the world where the war had begun.
🌌 The Descent
They did not fall.
They floated downward through ribbons of starlight, wrapped in divine warmth. Elyndor's sky blurred into mist… the clouds parted…
…and the mortal realm awaited.
But something had changed.
The world below was darker than before.
🏙️ A World on the Edge
They returned not to the cities they once knew, but to a land split and scared:
The skies were bruised with stormlight.
Forests whispered wrong names.
Cities had gone quiet, their fires low, their people divided.
Word of the Veil had spread like plague.Entire regions had begun following the Withered Court, forsaking Elarion's name.
Some believed the light was gone forever.Others said it had never existed.
And now… the Flamebearers were strangers in their own world.
🔥 First Landing – The Temple of the Hollow Flame
Their descent led them to the ruins of a once-great temple, now overtaken by shadow and thorns.
Inside, they found survivors—frightened villagers, scattered priests, and a strange child who spoke in dreams.
The Veil's influence had twisted the sacred place.
And in the center of the altar sat a blackened crown, whispering to anyone who came too close:
"He left you.""You are alone now."
Kael could hear it.Seren could feel it.Vaelrix looked ready to crush it.
But they did not destroy it—yet.First, they would restore the temple.And then… they would confront what remained.