Beneath the Sun of the Eternal Veil
In a rare moment untouched by war, loss or cruel destiny, Anthur and his companions walk through the golden fields of Anthures beneath the light of an almost divine sun.
The wind dances through white and violet flowers while distant rivers reflect the brilliance of the sky, creating a landscape that feels suspended between dream and eternity.
Anthur walks at the center with a calm and protective presence, dressed in black like a prince born from shadows and stars.
Beside him, Lysa shines with ethereal beauty, her golden hair illuminated by the warm sunlight as though she were a celestial being too delicate for the mortal world.
Serena stands elegant and composed like a warrior finally allowed a moment of peace, while Mirel carries a lantern of soft golden light in her hands as if preserving the warmth of that fleeting happiness forever.
In the distance, Vaelthryx watches silently in his majestic draconic form — not as a monster, but as an ancient guardian witnessing the joy of the people he chose to protect.
For one brief day, the Veil remained silent.
And within that endless field of flowers, they stopped being survivors…
if only for a moment, and simply became a family.