Lorelyi

Take heed, young fae, convene this day

The path is wrought with punishment

It spurs your rage, the scorn of your bane

Burning 'neath the martyr's chain

Your soul shall split in crimson bloom

Penance carved in fate and due

Find solace in your root of pain

Devotion fuels the paladin's flame

Lorelyi Tyraelomn is brought to the elvish capital of Oerythelor with a singular purpose: to claim their sacred relic and take her place as its guardian, the thirteenth bearer of Vaespyra. But this was not a destiny she wanted. It was written into prophecy long ago: a great war foretold, and a sacred duty that would decide the fate of their people.

Some paths cannot be mapped, they must be walked, and in her years as Priestess, Lorelyi discovers more than the finality of a predetermined fate. Daedolus, a beloved ghost from her past, discovers her return and draws her into a world she had never allowed herself to see. With him as her guide, she learns again what it truly means to belong, to be loved, and to love another with utter abandon.

But beneath the polished veneer of their great capital, a secret waits: the heart of a criminal empire, reshaped into something far more insidious. It is an evil cultivated for retribution... and for her.