In the time before silence, Ash'myra was a place of moonlight and memory.
Tucked along the cliffs between Winterspring and the ghost-haunted waters of Azshara, the temple-city had once been a jewel of kaldorei devotion—a place where priestesses of Elune wove starlight into prayer and shadows into sanctuary.
Here, Ves'Sariel was born beneath a lunar eclipse, swaddled in silver silk, with eyes that saw too much too soon.
She rose quickly through the sisterhood—not by ambition, but clarity. When others bowed, she questioned. When others chanted, she listened. And when the Void whispered through the cracks in the sky during the Fourth War, it was Ves'Sariel who didn't look away.
She called it revelation.
Her sisters called it blasphemy.
And only one voice dared speak in her defense.
Nyxia.
A huntress, quiet and unbroken, whose arrows struck true even when her words could not. She followed the old paths—Beast Master, Spirit Bond, child of the wilds. But her loyalty was not to temples. It was to the woman who stood on their steps with blood on her palms and stars in her eyes.
They were lovers once, in a time of moon-bloom petals and silent promises shared in the branches of ancient trees.
But that time is dead.
Ash'myra fell in a single night.
Its temples shattered. Its priestesses torn apart—by blade, by shadow, by each other.
When the madness ended, Ves'Sariel was gone.
So was Nyxia.
Now the world heals loudly and grieves in whispers.
The Alliance rebuilds. The kaldorei reclaim what they can.
But not her.
Nyxia walks alone.
Not as priestess, nor as pariah—but as a shadow trailing something half-remembered. Loque'nahak pads at her side, a spectral predator once bound to Northrend's frozen wilds—now bonded to something colder still: regret.
The druids say she's changed.
The sentinels say she's dangerous.
The spirits say she's hunted.
And somewhere, in the ruins of Ash'myra, where blood still stains the altar stones, Ves'Sariel waits.
Changed. Touched. Hollow.
Still wearing the moonstone Nyxia gave her before the world ended.
She remembers.
And the shadows… remember her.