Fall of the Eternal Kings (June, 2025)

The white towers of Thal’Arien crumble behind me, lost to the fires of man’s ambition.

I do not mourn as they expect of elves — no song, no tears — only the cold weight of steel at my side and the promise of vengeance etched in my heart.

We gave them our wisdom, our forests, and they gave us war. Now, the sacred glades rot under iron boots. The wilderness ahead is no gentler. The woods teems with beasts twisted by ancient magics, rivers run black with curse, and the mountains whisper with the voices of the damned. But I welcome it — better to be torn by fang and claw than to kneel before the architects of our ruin. I walk alone, yes. But I walk free. The age of the elven court is dead, but I endure, a blade in the dark, a remnant of what was. - Diary of Vaharion