Untitled Lore

Two fallen celestials lie in bloodied golden armor, wings torn and glowing ichor pooling beneath them. The battlefield is still, feathers drifting in the air. A sacred silence hangs over the scene.

Barrett, an old man in tattered robes, flees with stolen celestial blood. His face is twisted with fear as he runs, glancing back toward the carnage behind him. Shadows stretch as celestial light fades.

Eltuire sprints with supernatural speed, daggers chained and trailing sparks. Her eyes are locked forward, face focused and fierce. Dust and light swirl behind her as she closes in across the battlefield.

Eltuire vanishes mid-stride in a flash of golden light, teleporting with divine energy. Her outline dissolves into sparks as her chained blades snap forward. Barrick is just ahead, unaware of what’s coming.

Eltuire reappears behind Barrett and strikes. Her daggers arc through the air, one slashing clean, the other wrapping in a deadly swing. Barrett’s expression freezes in shock as blood and light explode around them.