Every night, Uriyah would leave his small cottage at the edge of the ancient forest of Telmar, climbing the hill nearby to meditate and connect with the inner light of El Olam, which dwelled within him as a guardian of the Eternal’s light. As he clasped his hands in fervent prayer, his eyes would shine like two bright stars, illuminating the night with a holy glow. After his ritual, he would lay down on the cool grass, his thoughts drifting through the wonders of his land—a land that had thrived in harmony among the four kingdoms and nature under the Eternal’s light.

One evening, as he lay with his ear pressed to the ground, Uriyah heard a whisper—a sound soft as the morning breeze. But within it, he discerned words, spoken in the ancient tongue of Arvadon. He listened intently, his heart beating faster as he recognized the language. Rising to his feet, he followed the voice’s direction, moving toward the towering elden trees of the ancient forest. He remembered the old legends that spoke of the trees’ whispers carried by the wind—a gift that only returned when great darkness threatened the land. For centuries, the trees had been silent, a quiet presence in a peaceful land. But now, they were speaking once more.

Uriyah focused, straining to recall the ancient language of his people. The trees whispered of a rising darkness in the west, a shadow unlike any since the dawn of the Nephilim’s era. They spoke of a fallen star—a being who had once led a rebellion in the heavens and, after being cast down to earth, now lurked, seeking to deceive the Nephilim with promises of power and freedom from the ancient covenant. This darkness had begun to seep into the western lands, tainting all it touched, and its ambitions reached far beyond its borders.

As Uriyah listened to the trees’ mournful warnings, he felt the weight of his duty settle heavily upon him. He knew, in his heart, that the time to stand for the light and restore the balance of the world was drawing near.