Angol
Take heed, young fae, convene this day
The path is wrought with punishment
It spurs your rage, the scorn of your bane
Burning 'neath the martyr's chain
Your soul shall split in crimson bloom
Penance carved in fate and due
Find solace in your root of pain
Devotion fuels the paladin's flame
Lorelyi Tyraelomn is brought to the elvish capital of Oerythelor with a singular purpose: to claim their sacred relic and take her place as its guardian, the thirteenth bearer of Vaespyra. But this was not a destiny she wanted. It was written into prophecy long ago: a great war foretold, and a sacred duty that would decide the fate of their people.
Some paths cannot be mapped, they must be walked, and in her years as Priestess, Lorelyi discovers more than the finality of a predetermined fate. Daedolus, a beloved ghost from her past, discovers her return and draws her into a world she had never allowed herself to see. With him as her guide, she learns again what it truly means to belong, to be loved, and to love another with utter abandon.
But beneath the polished veneer of their great capital, a secret waits: the heart of a criminal empire, reshaped into something far more insidious. It is an evil cultivated for retribution... and for her.
