✨ The Flamebearers in the Battle 🕯️ Kael — The Voice That Burns
He walks through the battlefield with his staff in one hand, and scripture in the other.
He doesn't chant.He doesn't scream.
He speaks.One Celestine word at a time.
And with each one:
A twisted memory is restored.
A fallen creature pauses.
A wound mends.
"Return.""Remember.""Still."
The Veil hisses.Because his words aren't commands—they're calls home.
🏹 Seren — The Arrow of Names
She moves like shadow guided by purpose.
Each arrow she looses doesn't kill—
It carves truth.
On one, she has etched:
"You were loved."
On another:
"You are remembered."
And when she fires, the arrows pierce not hearts… but illusions.
Veilspawn freeze—not in pain… but in recognition.
They lower their weapons, eyes wide with something ancient:
Hope.
🐉 Vaelrix — The Flame Between Worlds
He flies through the chaos like a comet born from prophecy.
Light on one wing. Shadow on the other.
He crashes into the ranks of the forgotten with a roar that does not demand fear—
It invites awakening.
"I am not of one world.I am what stands between.And I choose Light."
A divine dragon joins him mid-flight—nodding.
Not as a superior.
But as kin.
👧 Alari — The One Who Remembers
While the battle rages…
She walks.Straight into the storm's eye.
The Veil pulses—louder now.
"You bring his name.But that name burned me.It forgot me."
"Then remember it again," she says.
She stops at the very center of the swirling chaos—where light and shadow collapse inward.
She closes her eyes…
And speaks the name.
✨ "Lioren."
The storm pauses.
Reality folds.
The crown on the Veil's head begins to crack.
"No one has spoken that name… in eternity."
"We just did," she says.
💥 The Veil Cries Out
Not in anger.
In grief.
In the kind of weeping that only comes when a soul finally hears its name after believing it had been erased.
The entire battlefield freezes.
Even Heaven stops.
And in the stillness, Alari whispers one last time:
"You were never forgotten.But you have to choose now."