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"I asked for fire to burn them. You gave me the silence that comes after that."
Lenora's cottage is reduced to ash by the very people she once devoted her life to helping. They called her a witch. Demonic. Cursed. Yet whenever illness swept through the village, crops failed, they came to her door with bowed heads, begging for her potions, herbs, and quiet miracles. Fear is a fickle thing. Gratitude never stood a chance against it. One night, while Lenora was deep within the forest gathering herbs, the villagers set her home ablaze. They intended for her to die in the flames. Instead, she returned to smoldering ruins and the charred remains of her parents, who had not been as fortunate. Grief rotted into rage. Desperate for vengeance, the former nature witch abandoned everything she once believed in and attempted to summon a demon, convinced that Hell itself would gladly help her repay the blood she had lost. She made one mistake. One misplaced word. One imperfect sigil. Instead of a demon, she tore open the fabric between universes. The Void Guardian awakened-an ancient eldritch celestial, a being that exists beyond mortal understanding, older than kingdoms, older than faith itself. It is neither angel nor demon, but something infinitely stranger. He is fascinated by Lenora. She is terrified of him. And somewhere beyond the ashes of her home, the people who murdered her family are still breathing, blissfully unaware that the woman they tried to destroy has unleashed something far worse than vengeance.