Blood of the fallen

remnants of a recent clash between mortal armies and fallen angels. Amidst this grim tableau stood Kael, a young warrior with eyes that mirrored the stormy sky above, his breath r

h his own and that of his foes, stained his hands and clothes, a grim testament to the brutality of the confli

wn his spine. He turned, half-expecting to see another enemy lurking in the shadows, but there w

is sword, ready to strike, but then he saw her: the Fallen Queen. She appeared as if woven from moonlight and shadows, her prese

that seemed to bypass his ears and speak direc

tial being exiled from the heavens for reasons lost to time. Some whispered she was a benevolent goddess fallen victim to jealousy; oth

Kael demanded, his voice hoa

a haunting melody. "But first, you must seek out the forgotten temple. The

he weight of such a monumental task. Yet, as he looked into the Fallen Queen's luminous ey

voice barely a whisper now

cryptically. "A blade cursed by both darkness and light. Only yo

o writhe like serpents in the firelight, pulsed faintly as if in response to the Fallen Queen's words. It had be

el asked, though he a

olemnly. "The celestial realms will fall into etern

r, a blade for hire in a world torn apart by celestial strife. But this; this was something beyond battlefie

lly asked, his voice steady despi

. "Northwest of here, beyond the Veiled Mountains," she answered, her voice fading

He stood there for a long moment, grappling with the enormity of what had just transpired. Destiny, i

word with a resolute click, he turned his back on the ruins and set forth towards the n

ncient mysteries. But Kael knew he could no longer turn away. The fate