“Little one, I can divine your true name!”

While novice players clashed with slimes, goblins, and murlocs—humble denizens of the Starlit Realm—

Embarking on the timeless ritual of slaying and ascending,

Far away, in the untrodden Flameveiled Barrens, where mortal feet dared not tread,

Flames danced in swirling torrents, and smoke wove a choking veil.

The ebon dragon lowered his ancient head, teasing a diminutive Flame Sprite, his murmur a low rumble of secrets.

“Oooh~ Eee~ Heeheehee!”

The sprite bounded and twirled, its eerie giggles ringing with playful mischief.

The dread calamity and the sprightly sprite stood in stark contrast, yet their union wove an uncanny harmony.

“But this time, the tale shall unfold anew!”

His dragon-eyes dipped, a cryptic utterance spilling forth, and he laid a colossal claw upon the sprite’s crown.

Then,

Scales, unyielding to the keenest mortal blades, parted as if by divine will.

Crimson dragon-blood welled forth, infused with the rawest, most cataclysmic flame essence,

Dripping from the heavens, anointing the sprite, bound motionless below.

In an instant,

“Yiii!!!”

The dragon-blood cascaded,

Its ferocious power flooded the sprite’s form, igniting in a radiant inferno.

The sprite froze, then unleashed piercing cries that rent the air.

Power!

Power!

Power surged in an untamed tide,

The purest flame incarnate.

Fed by this primal force, the sprite’s frail form swelled, slowly forging a grander visage.

“Master, my eternal gratitude for your divine gift!”

Soon, a clear, resonant voice pierced the haze.

The Flame Sprite grew no larger than a mortal’s stature, halting there.

It wove itself into a humanoid form, cloaked in roaring flames, a faintly human silhouette shimmering within.

A woman, lithe and ethereal, hovered aloft, her eyes blazing like twin stars, her fiery tresses dancing in the wind’s embrace.

She exuded a wild, untamed splendor.

She knelt on one knee before Draven Zorathar,

Pledging unwavering fealty to the king who had exalted her.

“…”

“Growth… how dreadfully charmless.”

Draven gazed upon the solemn elemental queen, silent for a heartbeat,

Then shook his head, his murmur laced with enigmatic whimsy.

Name: Flame Sovereign

Level: ???

Skills: Emberform Aegis (Passive), Calamity’s Flame Surge, Calamity’s Inferno Dominion, Calamity’s Ember Blast, Elemental Ruin, Volcanic Eruption…

Description: A fearsome guardian of the Sovereign of Calamity, the lord of the Emberheart Abyss, wielding dominion over primal calamitous flames. She can reduce all creation to ash, volatile, wrathful, and supremely perilous.

At that moment, her Attribute Codex flared before Draven’s eyes.

Flame Sovereign!

Bathed in Draven’s boundless power, her essence had transcended from a naive Flame Sprite to the Flame Sovereign.

What true Final Harbinger stands alone, without lieutenants?

By the Starlit Realm’s laws, players must vanquish lesser lords before rallying their might to face the ultimate harbinger.

The Flame Sovereign was one such sentinel.

In Caelum Veyne’s memories, at the time of his crossing, the grand raid Wrath of the Elements held sway.

Elite players, led by the Saviors of the Realm, braved the Far South Forbidden Expanse, seeking the slumbering Worldbreaker.

Their aim: to slay him in his repose.

There, they met the Flame Sovereign, guardian of the Cinderfall Sanctum’s gates.

As foretold, the furious Sovereign barred all who dared disturb her master’s sleep,

And war erupted.

Her world-scorching flames defied all resistance,

Her Emberform Aegis, impervious to physical blows, baffled every foe.

Yet the Saviors pierced her defenses—exploiting her devotion to the sleeping Worldbreaker, they feigned a plunge into the sanctum’s depths,

But had woven a cunning trap, binding her through deceitful swarms.

At the cost of a Savior wielding Frostcore Arcana, who invoked Forbidden Vitality Arcana to encase her in an Eternal Frost Seal,

She fell.

Through it all, the Lord of Finality never stirred.

Draven could not grasp what his other-timeline self had intended,

Permitting adventurers to defile his sanctum in a brazen Betrayal of Sanctity.

After that first triumph, a raid portal for Wrath of the Elements took root at the Sovereign’s frozen tomb.

Within, shadows of the boss and her allies spawned, offering players endless chances to farm gear and experience.

The Flame Sovereign, a titan among bosses, was humbled time and again.

But in this world,

The tale would be rewritten!