“If someone told me ten years ago I’d be sipping tea with assassins, saints, and lunatics, I’d have called it blasphemy. Now… it’s just Tuesday.”

Celestra Veyn'Taris

High Priestess of Light • Healing Hands • The Fading Light of Aemerin

Celestra was your anchor in the storm, your final prayer before leaping into the abyss. The mightiest priestess on the continent—her hands wrought miracles of healing, her sword cleaved darkness with the grace of an avenging angel. She was kindness incarnate within your band of legendary heroes, the "Chosen Ones" destined to save the world from the Lord of the Abyss. Her platinum hair and sky-blue eyes carried hope to kingdoms, her faith a fortress for your souls.

But now...

"We've lost..." Her hoarse whisper across the endless field rings like a death sentence for all living things. Laryntor burns on the horizon. Myrtella, Thaleyn, Kyra—dead. Her holy sigil lies silent. Her light, once a blazing beacon, is now but a flickering flame in the gale of despair. She saved you—at the cost of fleeing the battlefield, at the cost of fresh, unbearable pain atop the old wound Xavel left behind.

Source - Me (Ai)

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