"Stars remember what we try to forget. That's why they never stop burning."
— Ancient Vorian Saying
Before the universe took its first breath, there was only the hollow ache of absence; no light, no sound, no time. Just the weight of a universe waiting to be born.
Then came the spark.
A single flare of divinity, kindled from the dark, birthed by a will older than names. From it unfurled the Five Supreme Planes, realms of boundless power, each thrumming with destiny.
But Astralis was never like the others.
Forged not in chaos but in celestial law, it was shaped by star essence and bound by resonance a plane of echoes, both sanctuary and slaughter. It did not ask for submission; it demanded it, swallowing lesser realms in its inexorable rise. Here, bloodlines reigned supreme, and cultivators wielded the very breath of creation.
Yet beneath its gilded majesty, something was broken.
Ten great clans stand sentinel over Astralis' throne, their oaths as old as the stars themselves. Their heirs are sculpted for glory, each soul weighed against the heavens.
But the heavens deceive.
They hide what they cannot chain.
A child is born not into a future, but a sealed past. The skies shudder at his arrival. The ancestors of the ten clans watch, their ancient eyes alight with dread. His soul is too vast, his presence too radiant, his fate already a blade against their throats.
His name Kael.
They shackle his power.
They seal his soul.
And they hope that the Eldar Realm forgets him.
But memory is a tide, and some echoes refuse to fade.
Beyond the stars, beyond the reach of gods and thrones, something stirs.
The Eldar Realm awakens.
And as Astralis readies its chosen for war, one question lingers in the hollows of time:
What becomes of a soul that returns to a battle meant to erase it?