When the Flamebearers stepped through the Celestial Gate, they expected light.
They didn't expect silence.
No sound. No wind. No breath.Only the sensation of presence—every particle humming with something greater than language.
Then, the veil of light faded…
…and they beheld Elyndor.
🌌 The Realm of Elarion
Elyndor was not a place—it was purpose given form.
Floating citadels of marble and gold drifted like islands across rivers of starlight.
Gardens of memory bloomed with thought and soul.
Great towers, endless stairways, waterfalls of silver light… all untouched by time.
And at its heart stood the Sanctum of the Starthrone, glowing with divine resonance.
Above it, in ever-shifting constellations, the sky sang.
😇 The Divine Host
As the mortals stepped in, they were not alone.
Thousands of heavenly beings lined the path ahead—angels in armor that shone like dawn, celestial beasts of impossible grace, dragons with wings made of constellation-fire.
But they did not bow.They did not speak.
They simply… watched.
👣 The Walk of Flame
The three Flamebearers walked in silence down the Path of Radiance, feeling the gaze of eternity upon them.
Vaelrix's wings flickered beneath his cloak.Kael walked steady, but clenched a single page of Celestine script in his hand.Seren's hand never left her heart.
At the throne, a light rose—gentle, powerful, infinite. And from it, a voice both new and ancient:
"You who walked the fire.You who dared the voices.You who carry more than blood…Welcome home."
Elarion had arrived.