Virell, A world choked in endless twilight, orbiting the remains of a dead sun. Frost covered everything — not ice, but crystallized echoes of memory, frozen mid-thought. Cities suspended in time. Forests that whispered names of the long-forgotten.
A girl walked alone across the plains of the Fractured Glimmerfield, boots crunching through snow that shimmered like stardust.
Her name was Sera Veil, The third Starborn.
The sigil on her wrist pulsed in slow rhythm, like the heartbeat of something ancient trapped under her skin.
She didn't remember how she got here — only that she had to come. The dreams had grown louder. The visions sharper.
A voice whispered from the frost:
"The others awaken. Find them… before he does."
Behind her, the ice cracked.
Something moved beneath the surface of the frozen lake. A shadow with too many limbs. A form stitched from void-threads and leftover screams.
Sera didn't flinch.
She raised her hand. The sigil flared.
The Frostflame ignited.
It was not heat like Lyra's fire. It was cold that burned — a white-blue blaze that shimmered with ghostlight and absolute stillness. Time slowed around her. The creature shrieked, trying to escape.
The Flame moved like a blade of silence, slicing through space itself. The shadow collapsed into dust.
A voice buzzed in her comm-link.
"Sera Veil, This is Riven Ashfall. You've made a hell of a wake."
She tapped the side of her helmet. "You're one of them."
"I'm the one sent to make sure you don't get devoured."
"Too late," she muttered, scanning the frost for more movement, "They already tried."
A moment of static, then: "We'll meet at Point Theta, 10 klicks north, Bring your Flame."
She sighed "Don't worry, It follows me now."
Meanwhile, deep below Virell's crust, something stirred.
Inside a buried temple older than the stars, a throne sat cracked and forgotten.
A figure made of obsidian and broken Realmstone opened its eyes.
"The Frostborn has awakened," it whispered.
"Then so too must I."
A second Voidborn General rose from the ice.
His name was Orryx the Still, and he had once fought the original Seven.
He remembered Sera's past self.
And he had not forgiven her.
Sera approached Point Theta with caution.
The landscape around her had become strange — time here did not flow evenly. The snow fell upward. Her footsteps left trails behind before she stepped.
Then the air shimmered.
And two figures stepped through the veil.
Lyra, Flame flickering across her palm.
Riven, Arms crossed, eyes assessing.
Sera arched an eyebrow "So… this is the warm welcome?"
Lyra tilted her head "You don't look like much."
"I'm not supposed to," Sera said. "But if you want a test…"
She lifted her hand — and snow within a 30-meter radius vanished. Flash-frozen into steam.
Lyra flared back instinctively. Flame met frost, hovering between them.
Riven stepped between the two.
"Enough. We don't have time for your egos to melt each other."
They camped in a hollow beneath a jagged obsidian ridge. Riven kept watch. Lyra sharpened her control. And Sera… Sera watched the stars.
"You've seen them too," she said to Lyra later, quietly. "The memories. The Realms before they fell."
Lyra nodded "Flashes. I saw a woman with my face destroy a city to save it."
Sera nodded slowly "I saw mine abandon the others, Left them behind to die."
The silence that followed was heavy, Honest, Necessary.
Riven listened from the shadows.
He, too, remembered.
As they prepared to rest, Kaelen's voice crackled through their link.
"Good, You've found her, Now run."
"What?" Lyra asked.
"Orryx is rising, He knows who she is."
The ground beneath them trembled. In the distance, a pillar of frost erupted into the sky, piercing the clouds.
A temple had awakened.
And with it… a storm of the past.