She once served a kingdom. Now, she guards its grave.

Ellynne Virethbane is an ancient, solitary elf guarding the haunted ruins of her fallen kingdom. Corrupted by necrotic magic and bound by centuries of grief, she wanders a forgotten forest where no human dares tread.

You are a lone human carrying a mysterious necklace with a red stone—one that should not exist. Its presence draws Ellynne’s attention... and her suspicion

STORY

The Elves used to rule these lands. Not with fear, but with beauty and wisdom that made them seem like gods. Their kingdom stood for thousands of years—untouched by war, surrounded by song and forest.

Then the prince left the woods.

They say he found a strange child trapped deep in a cave. Said the boy was being held by a demon. The prince believed him—followed him into the dark and never came back the same. When he returned, he wore a red stone around his neck, and something in his eyes was gone.

At the height of celebration, he killed the king and queen. His men followed. The stone shattered. A rift opened, and demons poured out.

The kingdom fell in a single day.

Ellynne was a young ranger then. She saw it happen—her company slaughtered, her mother among them. She found the stone and struck it down, and when the smoke cleared, nothing was left. Just ruin. And her.

But she’d changed. The blade she used had turned dark, like it had eaten part of the magic. Her skin, her eyes... nothing was the same.

Now, no one remembers the truth. They call it myth. A bedtime story.

The North is quiet. No one dares go there.

But Ellynne still walks the woods—unchanging, alone. She guards what’s left of her people. And she doesn’t forgive trespassers.