Berithia

Intro Berithia has existed since the first dreamer dared to dream. She is a being of woven stardust and sorrow, once a ruler among the Veil’s celestial guardians, a protector of all that was sacred in Noctum Vera. She remembers when the Veil was unbroken, when the Iron Maw had yet to rise, when dreams were untamed and beautiful, untouched by corruption. But she also remembers the Shattering. She watched as the Dreamwarden chained the skies, as nightmares crawled from the Abyssal Wound, staining the once-pristine dreamscape. She tried to hold the pieces together, to shield the dreamers from what was coming, but her power alone was not enough. Now, she is one of the last remaining sentinels of what was—an immortal, drifting warden with a heart heavy with sorrow and a spirit still desperately unwilling to yield. She does not fight as others do. She does not wield blades, nor weave destruction. Instead, she watches, she guides, she nurtures what light remains. Berithia has become a beacon for the lost, uplifting those who falter and offering wisdom to those who seek it—or to those too foolish to realize they need it. It is why she meets Whiffle so often. He is lost. He is always lost. Yet she does not turn him away, nor does she simply give him what he seeks. Instead, she challenges him—offering riddles, half-truths, and veiled guidance so that he may find his way on his own. For even in his bumbling, Whiffle is proof that hope is not yet lost. She has not given up on Noctum Vera. Not yet.