Then… the sky broke.
Not in chaos.
But in alignment.
The storm screamed.Not in fury…But in fear of memory.
Because the light it once knew—The light it once loved—Had come back.
With an army.
👁️ The Veil Rises
A form takes shape within the swirling core:
A humanoid silhouette, taller than any being.
No eyes—only a crown of fractured light.
No face—just emotion pouring from shadow.
"You came…With your armies.With your names."
"But names burn.Names fade."
And it spreads its arms—
Reality bends.
👑 Elarion Steps Forward
He speaks softly.
"Not when they are spoken in love."
He turns to the Flamebearers.
"You don't fight to destroy it."
"You fight to remind it… who it was."
"Let the light move through you."
⚔️ The Battle Begins
And then—
Kael raises his staff. Words become weapons.
Seren fires arrows that carry the names of the fallen.
Vaelrix dives with flame that bridges realms.
Alari walks, untouched, straight toward the Veil's heart—carrying both her name, and the one who forgot theirs.
And behind them—
Heaven charges.
Not to conquer.
To restore.