The Flames that Crowned Her

1000 Years Ago, Mortal Realm — Virelya

Virelya. A kingdom carved from white marble and gilded with gold, where towering temples stretched like arms to the sky, and the streets shimmered under the constant glow of devotion. The air was thick with the scent of incense and whispered prayers, a place where gods were praised—and where beauty was worshipped like a living deity.

Inside the Grand Temple of Lirael, the goddess of purity and light, the atmosphere was solemn and sacred. High above the polished marble floors, golden rays of sunlight filtered through stained glass, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the kneeling masses.

And there, in the center of it all, stood Selmora.