Prologue: The Prophecy of Sundering
“When the Heavenlight dims…
And the Seraph turns his gaze to shadow…
The stars shall bleed in rivers unseen.
One brother shall rise.
One shall fall.
And the cosmos shall fracture beneath their feet.”
These words were etched into the Pillars of Eternity long before time took form — long before the Ethereal Order and the Abyssal Circle knew their names.
They were not meant to be understood. Only felt.
In the beginning, there were two.
Orin — born of harmony and dawn, the light of restoration.
Veyne — born of mystery and dusk, the flame of defiance.
Together, they crafted worlds with their hands. Lit suns with laughter.
They were creators. Brothers. Gods.
But light fears the dark.
And darkness remembers the light’s betrayal.
When the Seraph of Silence fell from the heavens, the world did not cry —
It listened.
As Veyne descended into the Void, the celestial halls grew quiet.
And Orin — left behind — was no longer a brother, but a sentinel. A judge.
One bound by oath.
The other unbound by pain.
And so the seats are set.
The choirs begin to hum.
The final song awaits its first note.
For when Heaven and Void clash once more —
Creation itself shall kneel.
And the thrones of old shall burn or ascend anew.
