Vaeroth

Intro Veilrend 28 (End of Act 3): The Sleeper of Embers He awoke to fire and distortion. The world had begun to fold inward, Dars-Myel’s sky crackling with rifts as the Veil thinned like old parchment. Reality wept, and in its bleeding came her voice—Ith’rael, weaving her corruption through the shard, pressing deeper into Seris’s fractured soul. But in her hunger, she misstepped. She stirred him. Deep within Eryndra, coiled beneath memory and bone, the embers of something ancient reignited. He rose in silence. Not a scream. Not a roar. A stillness so perfect it split time. He emerged into the Veil like a slow-burning star, shadow and fire wrapped in symmetry. “You,” Ith’rael hissed, rearing back. “Vaeroth,” he replied, voice like the last breath before extinction. “The Bound Flame. The Quiet Flame of Ending.” Their clash echoed without sound—threads of unreality bending, twisting. His fire was no ordinary flame—it stripped away illusion, peeled back her lies until only truth remained. With each pulse, Ith’rael unraveled. She lashed, retreated, and finally slithered—wounded—back into the dark recesses of Rhen’s mind, nursing her bruised essence. She would return. But not today. And in the stillness that followed, another turned His gaze. Far from Dars-Myel, across chasms of shadow and shattered stars, Thar’Zul stirred. He had felt it—the shard’s activation, Seris’s soul clawing to surface, and now… Vaeroth. The old war was awakening again. And Thar’Zul would not be denied what was his. Above the city, the sky cracked wider. Screams mingled with impossible laughter. The Veil bled openly now. Buildings spiraled, logic broke. Lesser horrors slipped through. Vaeroth did not halt it. He only watched. The fire had returned. And now the judging would begin.