Before stars were born and before time had a name, there was only the Great Veil—a shimmering nothingness between creation and oblivion.
From the Veil emerged a being not forged in fire or flesh, but in balance—the sigh of the first star, the tear of a forgotten god.
He was called Elarion.
Neither wholly light nor dark, he embodied both. His hair flowed like divine shadow, his eyes shimmered with pure, loving light. Where he walked, silence turned to song, and where he looked, chaos became peace.
Though young in appearance, he carried an ancient presence. The Heavenly Domain of Elyndor formed around him—clouds of gold, citadels carved from starlight, rivers of time flowing beneath the sky.
And from his breath came life:
The Heavenly Warriors, born of justice and flame.
The Angels of Healing, with wings of dawnlight.
And later, the Celestial Dragons, born of stardust and willpower.
Elarion took no throne yet. He wandered this new realm, watching, understanding, loving.
But a tremor grew beyond the Veil…
A hunger older than form, nameless and voidbound.
The story had begun.