Chapter 1: The Fall of Light

The heavens trembled.

From the golden spires of Eldoria, the celestial kingdom, the sound of war horns echoed across the divine halls. The once-peaceful skies were now painted in fire and shadow. The great war between the gods and the forsaken had begun.

Valen Azrael, a knight of the Holy Order, stood at the edge of the Celestial Gates, his silver armor gleaming under the light of the Sacred Sun. He had sworn an oath to protect the kingdom of the gods, to uphold their justice, and to vanquish those who defied the divine order. But as he gazed upon the battlefield below, doubt gnawed at his heart.

Beneath the radiant city, an abyss had opened. From its depths emerged figures clad in obsidian armor, their crimson eyes glowing with an unholy fire. At their lead stood a figure of undeniable power—a man draped in a cloak of shifting darkness, his wings as black as the void itself.

The Fallen King had returned.

The heavens had betrayed him once, casting him into the abyss for a crime he never committed. Now, he had come to reclaim his throne, and the gods trembled in fear.

"Valen!" A voice broke through his thoughts. He turned to see Lyra, his closest friend and a warrior of light, her golden spear crackling with divine energy. "We must hold the gates! The darkness must not pass!"

Valen tightened his grip on his sword. But in his heart, a question burned.

What if the gods were not just? What if the darkness was not the enemy?

As the first clash of steel rang through the heavens, Valen knew that this battle would change everything. Not just for Eldoria, but for his very soul.