Whispers between worlds.

The Gathering of Guardians.

It was late one evening when Kael found himself in the ruins of the ancient temple where it had all begun. The obelisk stood silent and dark now, its power long extinguished. Yet the place still thrummed faintly with the echo of what it had once been. Kael knelt before the obelisk, his hand brushing against the cold stone as he closed his eyes.

“Elara,” he murmured, his voice soft. “I don’t know if you can hear me, but… I think it’s time. Time to create something new. Time to make sure the balance doesn’t rest on one person ever again.”

The air around him felt still, yet charged, as though the ruins themselves were listening. Kael rose to his feet, his green eyes blazing with determination.

Over the next years, Kael sought out others—men and women who had been touched by the rift’s energy, who carried within them the potential to protect the balance. Some had been survivors of the wraith attacks, their lives irrevocably changed by their brush with the darkness. Others were wanderers like him, drawn to the mysteries of the rift without understanding why. And a few were simply ordinary people with extraordinary courage.

Kael trained them, teaching them what he had learned from his time as a guardian. He showed them how to wield the rift’s energy without succumbing to its pull, how to fight the creatures that still lingered in the shadows, and, most importantly, how to work together. They became a new generation of guardians—not bound to the rift as Elara had been, but dedicated to protecting the balance she had restored.

He called them the **Sentinels of the Rift**, and their numbers grew steadily over time. They were not chosen by fate or marked by the sigil, but by their own willingness to fight for a world worth saving. And in their unity, Kael found hope—hope that Elara’s sacrifice had not been in vain.