Aegis of the Immortal: Blood Blessed

In a world where ancient secrets whisper from the shadows and faith holds power, an orphaned boy named Sethlzaar carries a destiny far greater than he knows. Haunted by a mysterious past and wielding an innate connection to enigmatic forces, he is thrust into a journey alongside Valerik, a stoic and battle-hardened priest of Truth. As they traverse treacherous lands, confronting both mundane and supernatural threats, Sethlzaar must unravel the truth of his origins and the secrets of a world where divinity and danger intertwine. Will he embrace the darkness within, or become a beacon of light against the encroaching shadows?

Aegis of the Immortal: Blood Blessed

In a world where ancient secrets whisper from the shadows and faith holds power, an orphaned boy named Sethlzaar carries a destiny far greater than he knows. Haunted by a mysterious past and wielding an innate connection to enigmatic forces, he is thrust into a journey alongside Valerik, a stoic and battle-hardened priest of Truth. As they traverse treacherous lands, confronting both mundane and supernatural threats, Sethlzaar must unravel the truth of his origins and the secrets of a world where divinity and danger intertwine. Will he embrace the darkness within, or become a beacon of light against the encroaching shadows?

The persistent patter of rain against the orphanage walls was a familiar sound, a constant companion to Sethlzaar's restless nights. He lay on his bunk, a small, eight-year-old figure lost in the vastness of the shared room, surrounded by the soft snores of other boys.

His thoughts, as always, drifted back to the conisoir, the harsh slums that had been his only home until a year ago. A life he'd tried to forget, filled with hunger, fear, and the gnawing ache of loss. Tonight, however, the ache was more pronounced, a phantom pain mirroring the phantom ache in his shoulder blades.

He thought of Fen, his protector, gone. And Sael, his only friend, who had run away again. The rain, he imagined, wept with him, its anger a reflection of his own silent fury. He knew he wouldn't sleep, not until Sael was safe.