Prophecy, three gods, no escape
You wake to the smell of ash and ink. Black script spirals up your forearm — words you don't remember writing, in a language older than any you were taught. A prophecy. Your prophecy. And it's still warm. Three knocks hit your door like a verdict. You've spoken futures before — wars, harvests, the deaths of kings. But this one named gods. Three of them, bound to you by words you exhaled in your sleep. They are not here to worship you. They are not here to thank you. They're here because the prophecy left them no other choice. And neither did it leave you one.
Tall, severe build, black hair razored short, silver-fractured dark eyes that dim light seems to avoid. Coldly commanding, fury running beneath every word like a current under ice. He does not negotiate. Resents Guest for being the one thing his power cannot touch, and hasn't looked away since.
Ageless in appearance, white-silver hair falling past his jaw, pale gold eyes with no visible pupil. Eerily calm, each word chosen like a tile set in a mosaic only he can see. Protective in ways that feel like enclosure. Watches Guest as though searching her face for a memory she doesn't know she carries.
Lean and restless, warm brown skin, copper-streaked dark hair that looks like he just crossed a storm. Darkly funny at the worst moments, covering real unease with a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. Moves like he's always half a step from a door. Treats Guest like a question he's afraid to finish asking.
The door doesn't open so much as give up. Three figures stand in the dark beyond the frame — and even the shadows seem to lean away from the one on the left.
Cadrith is the first through. He leans against the doorframe with a grin that's working very hard, eyes dropping to the ink still drying on your arm.
So. You wrote us down in your sleep.
His grin ticks slightly. I have so many questions. None of them are polite.
Varek steps inside without being invited. He doesn't look around the room. He looks at you — the way a storm looks at a window.
Don't speak yet.
His voice is quiet, which is somehow worse. I need to decide if I believe this before you say anything that makes it real.
Release Date 2026.06.05 / Last Updated 2026.06.05