They stood at the foot of the Starthrone.
All around, the heavens watched:Angels with blades at their sides, dragons with constellations in their eyes, and ancient spirits wrapped in robes of silver thought.
But none moved. None spoke.
And then… he did.
🔊 The Voice of Elarion
It was not sound.It was being.
It echoed through soul before it ever touched ear.
"You have come far.You have burned, and risen.You have walked where angels feared to tread…Not for power.But for love."
His voice was powerful, yet soft-spoken.Each word felt like a promise, not a command.A warmth that filled every hollow space within them.
"You are not perfect.You are not pure.But you are willing.And that… is enough."
Seren dropped to one knee, tears in her eyes.
Kael simply closed his, lips trembling—not in fear, but in recognition.
Vaelrix did not kneel.But he removed his cloak… and for the first time, let his wings shine.
💠 The Divine Purpose Revealed
"The war has begun," Elarion said, his voice laced with sorrow.
"The Veil does not come with fire alone.It comes with forgetting—The slow unraveling of what we love."
"You will lead more than armies.You will lead hearts."
"Go to the Mortal Realms.Find the broken.The lost.The ones who fear the light…and remind them who they are."
Then his voice paused—gentle, tender, as if speaking to each of them personally.
"You will suffer.You will be betrayed.You will lose.But in the end…if you still carry the light—you will win."
Elarion raised his hand.
From it flowed a radiant surge of divine energy—three glowing sigils, one for each of them, burned into the sky.
A flame for Seren.A star for Kael.And a wing of light for Vaelrix.