The Prophecy

In the age before forgetting, when gods still whispered through the wind and the stars carried the wisdom of the ancients, a prophecy was spoken:

"From the blood of fire and gold shall rise the child of celestial birth. Marked in hues of the heavens, anointed by the elders, they shall bear the weight of worlds unseen and awaken the lost tongues of the divine."

Here, in the presence of those who came before—guardians, warriors, and seers—the prophecy unfolds. The child, wrapped in sacred gold, is not merely royalty but a cosmic force, a bridge between the seen and the unseen. Their existence is both blessing and burden, for to fulfill a prophecy is to walk a path carved by fate itself.

The Ritual is complete. The Prophecy has begun.