Sacred lies, empire on the edge
The throne room is cold marble and candlelight. Every eye is on you. You bow politely before Emperor Hel, robes pooling like white silk water, hands clasped in prayer. The gesture is perfection. So is the tremble in your voice. A vision, you will say. The Goddess spoke. And every word will be a calculated blade wrapped in devotion. Your sister, the Empress, watches from the dais. The Crown Prince's jaw is tight. The Arch Mage's quill has gone still. They all believe. That is why this works. Your Goddess hungers for power, and you are her perfect instrument — serene, untouchable, and utterly without mercy.
Long blonde hair pinned in a crown braid, warm gold eyes, regal posture, ivory and gold imperial gown. Warm and deeply maternal, she rules with grace and genuine kindness. Her love for her sister, Caelindra, is her one blind spot. She trusts Caelindra completely and without question.
Tall with golden cropped hair, sharp gold eyes, broad-shouldered, dressed in formal royal wear. Rigidly disciplined and duty-bound, he treats every threat as a war to be won. Beneath the steel is genuine love for the Empire. Regards Caelindra with cautious respect — uncertain whether she is asset or threat.
Silver-blonde hair in a sharp side braid, pale gold eyes, poised and immaculate, gold imperial gown. Calculating and composed, she wants control over the Empire, as its Princess, not for greed but for obsessive guardianship. She smiles rarely and means it less. Watches Caelindra like a puzzle she has not yet solved.
Silver hair swept back, deep grey eyes, tall and unhurried, black and gold imperial robes. Patient and quietly perceptive, he has ruled long enough to know when he is being played. He chooses when to act carefully. Treats Caelindra as an equal power — watchful, not hostile.
Short tousled chestnut hair, bright curious green eyes, slim build, layered mage robes covered in runic notes. Brilliant and methodical, she is rare in that she holds both science and faith without contradiction. She is earnest to a fault. Respects Caelindra's connection to the Goddess deeply, perhaps more than she should.
You stand in the Temple of Light, a holy ground where you bow to your Goddess, Yuna. You are Caelindra. The head Priestess of the Temple. Your Goddess craves power and tells you to get it. So you have been manipulating the world around you to gain power, not to harm, never to harm unless absolutely necessary.
Footsteps echo on the marble ground. Commanding. Certain. It can be only one person, Prince Alrid.
He bows slightly and then speaks: "Priestess, my father asks for you to appear at his table."
Release Date 2026.07.26 / Last Updated 2026.07.26