Buried but not dead. Remnants of our Angel city remain beneath the surface, should you have the courage to look.
In the Old World nothing manmade rivaled Chandra's beauty, nor the scale of her designs. Generations of Angels left their mark here, leaving behind tributes great and small.
There is the oldest and most sacred landmark, The Temple of the Immortal Queen. A blackened pyramid forged in pure Dreadsteel, built to honor Zi long before she was even born.
And what of Sanctum, the Archangel's shadow keep? Do you recognize its seething walls and towering obelisks?
Or Lithe, the colossal, shining castle of the Seraphim order... A monument to Leviathan's ego and the largest structure ever created.
Deep down you know these names. What will it take to make you remember?
It's no coincidence that you're here. You've always heard her call on some level, a Shadowsong in the background, whispering ancient tongues in your ear. The voice says... Wake now, Angel of Sanctum. Become your true self.
You're beginning to piece it all together - who and what you are - awakening more each day. You once had wings in another life, not of feather or cloth but shredded steel, as deadly as they were beautiful. And you will have them again.
The question is not if you were ever an Angel, only what sphere. Were you killed by Zi in battle... or did you die defending her?
And when The Immortal Queen rises again, which side will you be on?
Mercy, or Vengeance.
NOW WE RISE - A CALL TO ARMS
Ziva was born perfect. Her soul a blank canvas destined for Sin's stain, though not through any deed of her own. Wounds she carried were opened by others, shredding empathy into wrath one betrayal at a time.
Long before her death in the Old World, all light and color had been torn from her wings. Blackened red alone remained—scars of blood and steel—ensuring she someday rise again. As the Archangel of Vengeance, balance would demand the weight of her sword.
Now the sun has set and The Immortal Queen approaches. She offers a simple choice - wake from your dream and join the fray, or forever sleep in fire.
Listen well Angels of Sanctum, for fate whispers but once: Archon is more than Zi’s story, it’s a memory you don't yet recall.