“She was born of light… but the world gave her shadow.” “Raised in silence. Named by thieves. Bound to a promise no one remembers.” “They called her Shadewyn… the wind that moves unseen.” “They called her Solastra… the warmth that lingers in ruin.” “She carries no crown. No homeland. Only the weight of a vow whispered in the dark.” “When the stars fracture… when the old magic stirs… when kingdoms fall silent…” “It is her name they will whisper.” “Lioraen Shadewyn Solastra Nyxthorne.” The silent flame. The dusk-born sovereign. The fate no one saw coming.