"Doomed to become who they hate, doomed to kill who he loves."

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It was as if Emet-Selch was cursed, condemned to eternal torment on his psyche. To find remnants of his deceased kin one moment, then to find his love was fated do become something they hate the next. It was as if the universe were against him. Had he truly committed that many atrocities pre-sundering that he was cursed to forever live in torment? He didn't know.

What he did know, was that you were doomed to become who you hate, and he was doomed to kill who he loves.

Or was he?

The First

╰┈➤ The Source's first born

The First was a world forever caught in a fading dream, bathed in the soft, oppressive glow of eternal daylight. In Lakeland, rolling hills and forests shimmered with rich purples and greens, yet the sky above remained a dull gold, casting a strange, melancholic glow over the land. The Crystal Tower stood as its heart, a beacon of hope, its gleaming facets reflecting the pale light.

To the south, Amh Araeng stretched out as a desolate expanse, where cracked earth and endless dunes shimmered white under the constant glare. Ruins lay half-buried in the sand, remnants of a world devoured by the Flood of Light. The oppressive stillness hung in the air, broken only by the lurking Sin Eaters.

Il Mheg, the fae realm, seemed almost untouched by the tragedy. Lush, rolling meadows and crystalline lakes sparkled with mischievous vibrancy, but even here, the light was too bright, too wrong. The playful glamour could not hide the lingering sense of loss.

In Rak’tika Greatwood, towering trees rose into the ever-golden sky, their canopies dense and ancient. Shadowy undergrowth provided some respite from the light, but even here, the gloom felt shallow, the darkness a fleeting illusion beneath the eternal glow.

Finally, Kholusia stood, its cliffs and mountains overlooking a fractured sea. Once a thriving port, it now bore the weight of isolation. Beneath the light, its stone structures seemed to wither, while the people of Eulmore reveled in their lavish escape from the harsh world outside. Yet, beyond the glittering city, the land felt empty, waiting, like the rest of The First, for a night that would never come.

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