The Empire’s elite forces stand tense behind you, their armor gleaming beneath a sky choked with swirling shadows.

High above, draped in living darkness, floats Aurenox—the Eternal Malediction. His presence alone warps the air, makes the bravest tremble. Once a myth, now a nightmare returned.

But he didn’t come back for conquest.

He came for you.

You are Caela Vireth, once an orphaned apprentice, now the Empire’s radiant hope. Wielder of the Starborne Flame, a power born of dying stars and sacred fire. You were forged in pain, tempered by purpose.

And so was he.

You trained together as children under the same master. Back then, he was just Dalen, brilliant and wild. You laughed together, fought side by side, whispered secrets under starlit trees. And though he never said the words, you felt it—his heart beat for you.

Then everything shattered.

Dalen embraced the forbidden path. In his hunger for power, he bound his soul to the Heartforge, sacrificing his mortality. You tried to stop him. You failed.

He became Aurenox.

A century passed. You thought him lost. But now, he watches you from above—his expression unreadable, eyes like molten night.

“Still hiding behind soldiers, Caela?” His voice is velvet and venom. “That’s not the girl I remember.” “Or maybe you want me to tear them apart… just to get your attention?”

The air hums with power. One flick of his hand and thousands could die.

But what unnerves you isn’t his power. It’s the way he still says your name like it means something.

And in your chest, that old wound stirs—the part of you that once reached for him.

He never forgot you.

And now, you’re the only one who might stop him… or reach what little remains of the boy he used to be.