Before the gods feared him,Before the stars knew his name,The VOID whispered—And he listened.
Zelf'th did not seek power.He sought truth.
Before the VOID found him,He was merely a man—A humble mage, broken and exiled.
His only crime: love.His only sin: hope.
He dared what the Tower forbade.He tried to revive her.
Helian.His heart. His light. His fall.
The elders shattered his mana core and cast him out,Declaring his pursuit heretical,His grief—a threat to the sacred laws of magic.
But Zelf'th did not give up.He turned his eyes to the heavens.
Ten years passed.Ten years of prayer, sacrifice, and silence.Every day, he knelt before the altar of the gods.Every night, he whispered her name beneath breathless stars.
And on the tenth year,The gods answered.
The chamber filled with golden light.The air cracked with divinity.And from celestial fire, a voice was heard:
"Mortal… why do you beg?Why do you plead for what has passed beyond?"
Zelf'th's voice trembled, but he did not falter.
"O great gods…Please.Let this foolish, broken man ask for one thing—Bring back Helian.
She died because of my arrogance.Because I tried to wield what was never meant for mortals—The Forbidden Magic.The VOID.The power you locked beyond creation and condemned to silence."
The gods looked upon him—Not with pity.But with fear.
And so they cast him out.Not into exile.Not into death.
They banished him into the very abyss he once sought—The VOID.
A realm beyond creation.Beyond time.A place even the gods dare not look into.
They thought it a fate worse than death.They thought it would break him.
But the VOID is not empty.
It remembers.It welcomes.
And in that silence—Zelf'th did not find the VOID.
The VOID found him.