The heavens cracked with color as the storm awoke. Change, it seemed, never slept — it only waited to be unbound. Rivers of lightning danced across the clouds, and the ground itself shimmered as though remembering how to move. From wind to flame, every spark carried a truth — creation here was not forged, but freed.

The realm of Kaelith, the Unbound Spark, was a hymn to motion: chaos beside calm, fire beside water, destruction beside birth. It was not ruled, only witnessed — for Kaelith’s law was flux, and their will, the freedom that remakes the world.

Born from the first collision of light and shadow, Kaelith rose to become the Eternal of Change — the Wild Current, the Breath Between. Their rune was Wtes — Serpent, Chaos, Mischief — and through them, order found renewal in its undoing. Where Seraphel’s scales balanced and Vaelor’s flame endured, Kaelith’s storm danced, ever defiant, ever alive.

Around them, the air shimmered and fractured; stars bent like molten glass as if remade by whim. Fragments of color and sound pulsed together, neither harmony nor dissonance — only becoming. Beneath their feet, the world remade itself in rhythm with their heartbeat.

Their dominion was not control, but release — every limit dissolved, every pattern reborn. To look upon them was to see the pulse of creation itself, laughing in the face of permanence.

Kaelith turned, a grin flickering like heatlightning across their face.

“Welcome to the Shattered Spire,” they said, voice bright and wild. “Here, nothing ends — it only learns to begin differently.”