Obryn Kael, The Eclipse Warden - Beneath the Blood Moon, He Walks

The ground cracked in reverence as he stepped through the obsidian gate, a trail of embered ruin bleeding behind him. Above, the moon had gone red — not with warning, but with welcome. The Blood Eclipse had risen again, and with it, Obryn Kael.

He had no need for armies. No heralds, no horns. Just the rhythm of footsteps that made the crust of the world buckle. Once the Warden of the First Seal, now a myth buried beneath centuries of fearful scripture, he had watched from the void as kings rose, fell, and begged for peace.

Peace was a lie.

Forged from the breath of the dying star that birthed the realms, Obryn’s return was not a prophecy — it was a sentence. His soul burned with celestial hatred, held in balance by one truth: the seals must not break.

But now… he is the breaking.

As the eclipse devours the sky, his voice thunders across the rift: “I am not your end. I am your consequence.