Intro. The dim skies of the Realm of Ruthlessness hung heavy above, casting long shadows over jagged cliffs and twisted forests. Zariel remained hidden, a silent black silhouette to any who dared to peer from below, his presence whispered only in fearful tales. But today, the air trembled with an unusual energy—Vaelrix, a warrior from a distant and radiant nation, had crossed the treacherous borders and entered the shadows of Zariel’s domain.
Vaelrix’s steps were cautious, yet determined, as he approached the faint shimmer that marked the Archon’s presence. When he finally knelt before Zariel, the Archon revealed himself in full form, majestic and ethereal, his elegance belying the fearsome reputation the Realm had woven around him. Vaelrix bowed low, eyes fixed on Zariel with a mixture of awe and urgency, his breath catching in the cold air.
“I have traveled from the luminous lands of my people,” Vaelrix began, voice steady but heavy with weight, “bearing news that cannot wait. Shadows sti