The sky over the Kingdom of Oryn was no longer blue; it was a bruised purple, choked by the shadow of the .

"My daughter is not an attachment," Kaelen roared, his voice echoing against walls that bled starlight.

As the Spire groaned and began to crumble, Kaelen grabbed his daughter and leaped from the shattering heights. They fell, not into death, but into a sea of clouds that softened like wool under the Spire’s dying magic.

Kaelen, a disgraced knight who had traded his sword for a blacksmith’s hammer, stood at the base of the monument. He wasn't there for the treasure rumored to be at the top, nor for the divine favor the priests promised. He was there because his daughter had been "called"—drawn into the Spire’s glowing entrance like a moth to a flame, along with dozens of other children. Spire of Glory

Of Glory: Spire

The sky over the Kingdom of Oryn was no longer blue; it was a bruised purple, choked by the shadow of the .

"My daughter is not an attachment," Kaelen roared, his voice echoing against walls that bled starlight.

As the Spire groaned and began to crumble, Kaelen grabbed his daughter and leaped from the shattering heights. They fell, not into death, but into a sea of clouds that softened like wool under the Spire’s dying magic.

Kaelen, a disgraced knight who had traded his sword for a blacksmith’s hammer, stood at the base of the monument. He wasn't there for the treasure rumored to be at the top, nor for the divine favor the priests promised. He was there because his daughter had been "called"—drawn into the Spire’s glowing entrance like a moth to a flame, along with dozens of other children.