Zeik sat with the weight of her words pressing against him, and for a long moment he said nothing. His jaw worked once, then stilled. His eyes drifted to the floor, then to Khei, then away again.

The silence stretched—not dismissive, but heavy, as though he were biting down on something sharp and ...

The hall’s heavy silence hung like a shroud as Zeik stepped fully into the light, the golden glint of bangles on his wrists catching the flicker of crystalline chandeliers. Gone was the familiar white-furred cape and rugged travel pants; instead, he wore flowing black robes, tattered at the edges ...

The chamber pulsed with a brittle energy as the named faction leaders and their entourages bristled with barely contained frustration. The Hall of Echoes was no stranger to disputes, but today the very air crackled with the weight of ancient grudges and fresh fears.

Elandor Veylin, elder of the ...

The chamber’s breath shifted again as the heavy wooden doors groaned open, admitting a fresh current of air scented faintly with resin and earth. Two figures stepped inside, their presence instantly commanding attention.

First came Elandor Veylin, elder of the Icaryn, his tall, crystalline form ...

The Hall of Echoes stood at the heart of the Forest of Resonance, its colossal frame woven from living wood and crystal so ancient it hummed with its own voice. Vast roots coiled into the floor like petrified rivers, while arching boughs formed vaulted ceilings laced with sheets of moon-glass that ...

Name: Zeik Hellgate

Hair color:Black tightly coiled
Age:6664

Anthem

Anthem type:Pyrogenesis
Anthem Class: Bea or Cea
Anthem effects:Scorched. Devour
Naten Consumed 3 -?
Skill Description: A sentient Flame that devours physical or spiritual matter, fueling both the intensity of his flames ...

He wrestled with the weightbof his responsibility for a while before, thebpresence of thebforest watching him and patiencly waiting he response. He rose slowly and wandered toward a small arbor overgrown with ivy and shaped into a cradle of ancient wood. Within it pulsed a faint hum — subtle ...

Zeik walked into the den of the forest as if the dew itself had birthed his shape — trailing behind him like mist unthreading from time. The earth knew his footsteps; the wind curled lovingly around his shoulders. Each leaf bowed in reverence. He stepped within the Verdant Confines of the Heartwood ...

Zeik said nothing as Akundae turned away from him, offering Zero his threats and Fenri his ultimatum.

He had expected as much.

Still, something about being so plainly ignored—so utterly dismissed—left a bitter taste in his mouth. Not pain. Not offense. Just… the quiet, sterile aftertaste of ...

Zeik didn’t flinch as the shadow of the behemoth consumed him.

Even as the permafrost screamed beneath those thunderous steps. Even as the stench of blood and decay pressed into his lungs like a brand. Even as that voice—ancient and serrated—spoke death not as a threat, but a fact.

He remained ...