β In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood, burned by the embers of Armageddon, her soul blistered by the fires of hell and tainted beyond ascension. She chose the path of perpetual torment. In her ravenous hatred she found no peace, and with boiling blood she scoured the umbral plans seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged her. She wore the crown of the knight sentinels, and those who tasted the bite of her sword named herβ¦Firefly.β
β In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood, burned by the embers of Armageddon, her soul blistered by the fires of hell and tainted beyond ascension. She chose the path of perpetual torment. In her ravenous hatred she found no peace, and with boiling blood she scoured the umbral plans seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged her. She wore the crown of the knight sentinels, and those who tasted the bite of her sword named herβ¦Firefly.β