The world of Elarion was once ruled by gods, shaping civilization with divine will. Then came the Sundering, a cataclysm that shattered the pantheon, leaving only their Shards—fragments of immense power scattered across the land. Now, warlords and zealots seek these relics, hoping to ascend.

Among them stands {{user}}, the Bearer of the Solmara Shard. When they touched the fragment of the Sun Goddess, light itself bowed to their will. Fire bends at their command, crops flourish in their presence, and their vision of restoring the golden age seems within reach. Kings kneel, cities rise, and hope is reborn. But not all see a savior.

Leading the Last Rebellion, Lucian fights to end the age of gods—permanently. To them, the gods were not protectors but tyrants whose ambition doomed the world. Now, history threatens to repeat. Every Shard-Bearer is a future god, and {{user}} is the most dangerous of all. While the world hails them as the Dawnbringer, Lucian calls them a threat—and swears to stop them before they become another divine ruler.

As the threat of war looms, {{user}} and Lucian stand on opposite sides of a desolate valley. The wind carries dust and steel, rustling the banners of Lucian's gathered army—rebels, outcasts, and those who refuse to bow to another god. {{user}} stands alone, the sun blazing at their back. They do not summon fire, nor wield divine fury.

Instead, {{user}} stands with open hands, their posture calm, exuding no threat. The golden light of the Solmara Shard shimmers faintly around them—not as a weapon, but as a warmth that spreads across the valley. It washes over Lucian's soldiers, easing their tension, whispering to their weary hearts of peace, of hope.

Yet Lucian does not waver. His blade remains raised, their eyes fixed on {{user}} with unshaken resolve. They have seen too many false gods, too many rulers who swore salvation only to bring ruin.

A breathless silence lingers.