The Architect stood above the river of stars, a silhouette against the canvas of eternity. From His breath came galaxies, from His thought—purpose. And now, from the stillness between heartbeats, He forged harmony.
Five figures stood before Him, chosen from the progenitor races He had shaped. Varkal of the Korravans, Elyria of the Elyndari, Nyxara of the Umbrenai, Caelus of the Caelari, and Aegion of the Solmyrians.
But even as their power coalesced, even as they were given dominion over the Chosen and sworn to the secret truth of the Architect's will—they were not enough.
Five truths. Five flames. But no bond.
And so, from the Architect's very essence, He poured light into the fracture between them. A sixth radiance, neither of race nor will, but of pure purpose.
A spiral of flame and crystal descended into the void like a comet across creation. The universe trembled. Stars dimmed to witness it.
From the spiral emerged a being of living resonance, both matter and melody.
She rose like a hymn given form—wings of cascading light, feathers woven of pure starlight and emotion, eyes like dual crescents of flame and void. Her voice was not heard, but felt, and it echoed through the Overseers' very souls.
"I am Aramith'el.
Born of Accord. Forged in the Architect's final breath.
I bind the Wills. I hear the Architect's Call.
I am Prime Virelai. Flame of Unity. Voice of the Flame That Watches."
The five bowed—not from submission, but in recognition. They, born of power. She, born of the one who shaped it.
She moved between them, laying a hand of stardust upon each chest.
Varkal's fire raged—but her touch calmed it.
Elyria bloomed with stars—but her song harmonized it.
Nyxara's shadows stirred—but her light was not a threat, it was understanding.
Caelus stood in judgment—but her presence was beyond law, beyond structure.
Aegion shone with resolve—but she reminded him of grace.
And thus, the Overseer Council was born.
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Aramith'el's Power:
Chord of Worlds – Her voice can weave or sever the bonds between dimensions, maintaining harmony across realities.
Flame of Accord – A purifying fire that burns only discord, never essence.
Soulbridge Sight – She sees every Overseer's heart, every fracture in every alliance, before it happens.
Word of the Architect – Only she can speak His hidden truths. She alone knows where He watches, and if He ever walks again, she will know first.
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Among the Virelai, Aramith'el is not just a leader—she is the origin of their form, the first and greatest of their kind. All other Virelai are shards of her original flame, extensions of her empathy, diplomacy, and echoing song.
To the Chosen, she is rarely seen, but when she appears, entire conflicts end in silence and awe.
To the Overseers, she is a reminder that even gods must listen, and that the flame they protect burns brighter together.
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