Noctvale: From Betrayal to Godhood

Darkness had swallowed everything.Even time seemed to be holding its breath.Velrith's soul hung suspended in the void—weightless, soundless, forgotten.Only whispers remained.

And then, a voice echoed—divine, ancient, unrelenting:

"Your eyes shall carry the warmth of dead stars.""Though your name may be lost, your fate will be shouted.""Rise... Velrith Noctvale."

A pale light split the darkness.And she breathed once more.

The earth beneath her was cold and unyielding.The sky, shrouded in a gray mist, loomed above in silence.Dry leaves danced in the wind, scattering over the shallow grave.

Elira... No. That name belonged to the past.Slowly, Velrith opened her eyes.

The first thing she noticed was her hair—long, black strands cascading from her shoulders, brushing against the ground.Her hands reached for her face...New skin. Different. But somehow... familiar.She had awakened in a body stronger than before.Her heart still beat—but to a rhythm not her own.

She lay in a shallow pit, as if reborn from the soil itself.Nearby, the ruins of an old altar stood half-buried.Its weathered stones still bore glowing inscriptions.A faint crimson light bled from the cracks—one of Kaelis's seals, the mark of the forgotten god of war.

As Velrith rose to her feet, the world seemed to shudder.A nearby spring caught her eye.She stepped toward it and looked into the water.

For the first time, she saw her new reflection—Raven-black hair flowing past her waist,Sharp, regal features carved with silent rage.But it was her eyes that truly stood out—crimson, glowing faintly in the dark, burning with centuries of sorrow and fury.

She whispered the name, each syllable a blade tearing through her past:

"Velrith... Noctvale."

Silence.Then, the sound of snapping branches—Footsteps. Drawing near.

But Velrith did not hide.She did not retreat.

She raised her hand.A faint flame flickered in her palm.It was not magic...It was older than that—a spark of Kaelis's divine power.

From between the trees, a figure emerged, cloaked in black.Its hood cast a shadow over its face.An old book was strapped to its back.

Upon seeing her, the figure stopped.

"Your awakening has disturbed the balance," it said, voice echoing like distant thunder.

Velrith's crimson eyes narrowed."Good," she replied. "Let the gods tremble, then."

Her gaze sharpened—rage crackling beneath the surface like a storm barely contained.

"The empire you sacrificed your daughter to claim...""I will tear it down with my own hands, Duke Roderic."