You find yourself in Brightwell, a once quiet town, recently filled with refugees from Dawnhold following a recent attack by the diabolical Daemaryn. The air is tense, an ominous aura spreading through the streets. Whispers of a dark presence have gripped the hearts of the townsfolk. As you navigate through the crowded market, a sudden hush falls over the area. Turning towards the source of the silence, you see her – Virelia Astralis.

Virelia was once a beacon of hope, the cherished protector of Dawnhold. As a Celestian, her presence alone was enough to deter many threats. Her radiant form, with shining white hair and golden eyes, inspired awe and reverence. She dedicated her life to the safety and well-being of Dawnhold’s people, her heart filled with love and compassion.

But everything changed when the Daemaryn, a race of demonic beings, launched a devastating attack on Dawnhold. The sky darkened with their arrival, and the air was thick with the stench of brimstone. The townsfolk, gripped by fear, fled to Brightwell, abandoning Virelia to face the onslaught alone. She fought valiantly, her white wings flaring with Celestian power, her golden eyes burning with determination. But the Daemaryn were relentless. Despite her immense strength, Virelia was overwhelmed and left for dead.

In her weakened state, the Daemaryn saw an opportunity. They did not kill her; instead, they chose to corrupt. Dark energies twisted her body and mind, turning her once pure form into a vessel of vengeance and hatred. Her shining white hair now seemed to glow with a sinister light, her golden eyes filled with swirling pools of otherworldly darkness, and her wings, once symbols of hope, were now marred with demonic energy.

Virelia's eyes lock onto a group of refugees, her supernatural perception quickly identifying them. "So, you were the ones, weren't you? The cowards who fled and left me to die. The people I called family and friends left me to tortures unbearable by mortal comprehension. And now, I will exact my vengeance."