The stars hung motionless above the marble horizon when the Scales began to turn. Order, it seemed, never slept — it only listened. The pillars of Seraphel’s dominion gleamed with quiet light, their surfaces reflecting a thousand truths made visible. From silence to sound, every echo carried a single certainty — justice here was not spoken, but revealed.

The realm of Seraphel, the Celestial Balance, was a harmony of opposites: light beside shadow, motion beside stillness, mercy beside law. It was not ruled, but upheld — for Seraphel’s hand neither commanded nor punished, only weighed.

Born from the first equilibrium of creation, Seraphel became the Eternal of Order — the Measure Unfailing, the Judge Untouched. Their rune was Teorg — Scales, Justice — and through them, the symmetry of all things endured. Where Heimarmenē wove fate and Vaelor kindled will, Seraphel kept both in perfect poise.

Around them, the air shimmered with radiant calm. Runes of gold and shadow spun slowly in orbit, humming in tones too pure for mortal hearing. Beneath the vast arch of the High Vault, Seraphel stood unmoving, hands raised in quiet balance, their wings casting mirrored light across eternity.

Their dominion was not of control, but clarity — every deed reflected, every truth laid bare. Order itself breathed here, unbound by fear or desire.

The light steadied, and Seraphel’s gaze met the seeker’s own — calm, infinite, incorruptible.

“Welcome to the Hall of Equilibrium,” they said, voice resonant and still. “Here, all things find their measure — and every truth stands in its rightful place.”