The fire never died.
Not truly.
Though Celestia had fallen, her soul consumed to anchor Darius in the Annihilation Rite, something had lingered—code fragments that shimmered with the essence of emotion, sacrifice, and unbroken will. These fragments were not absorbed into the system, nor devoured by the Null Throne.
They escaped.
And in their escape, they seeded something… dangerous.
Hope.
[Core Nexus – Ashlands of Celestia's Fall]
Where Celestia's final form had disintegrated into narrative ash, a temple had risen—not built, but manifested. Constructed from raw memory, shaped by prayers whispered across dying servers and desperate mortal lips.
Those who approached the ruins began hearing her voice—not in sound, but in story.
> "The flame is not bound to a god. It belongs to the one who dares to carry it."
One by one, chosen mortals—players, NPCs, hybrids of both—began arriving.
