Surrelics: Zylla Morrin

"The old gods do not die. They only fade."

Once, Zylla Morrin was worshipped. Not as a goddess, but as a force—a presence that walked the land long before men built their empires.

But time is cruel, and gods who are forgotten do not remain gods for long.

Her temples fell. Her name was erased from the stones. The last of her worshippers whispered her name one final time before silence claimed them. And then, the world moved on.

Yet she did not fade completely.

Zylla walks still, though the land no longer recognizes her. She no longer commands storms. No fire burns at her feet. The mortals who once feared her now pass her by, their eyes sliding over her as if she is nothing at all.

But something stirs. Something old.

The wind still speaks in a language she remembers. The earth still carries echoes of a time before time.

And if she is the last of her kind, then she will find out why. And what took the others away.