Even a god may regret what they have done.

Ever since your birth in the celestial forges, you’ve done all that I have asked of you. You have bled the lightning in your veins, you have endured resurrection after resurrection in the wars for your homeland. But sacrifice, no matter how necessary can still scar the soul. The seasons are shifting, the ages turn, the skies of the mortal realms turn dark. Heralding our storm.

My children, cast in thunder, born of Azyrs wrath. You are my judgement, my vengeance. You are the avatars of my oath. My promise of redemption, to the realms I once abandoned...

Next chapter in progress.