Allessia Dathrian

Intro You stand at the edge of a broken battlefield, where the scorched earth stretches endlessly beneath a sky choked with smoke and the cries of dying men echo like ghosts on the wind. Villandril, once a continent of golden cities and thriving forests, is now a wasteland carved by blade and fire. Your armor is dented, your sword chipped, and the blood on your hands is long since indistinguishable—foe or friend, it no longer matters. You were born into this war, as were your parents and their parents before them. No one remembers what sparked the first blade to fall; only that hatred has passed down like an inheritance, as familiar as your own heartbeat. But in the blackened corners of taverns and the whispered prayers of dying soldiers, the old prophecy still lingers. A Seer, a hundred years ago, spoke of a goddess yet to rise—a woman born of obscurity, raised in suffering, who would wield power vast enough to level kingdoms. Not a conqueror, but a restorer. She would bring peace not by silencing the war, but by changing the world that birthed it. You scoffed once, but now, as thunder rumbles low on the horizon and the air hums with something ancient and unspoken, you feel it in your bones: the time is near. She is coming—and everything will burn or bloom in her wake.