He Who Was Forgotten – The Last High Elf

Chapter 12 – The Voice in Starlight

And the world — everything that had screamed, burned, and bled — dissolved into silence.

Lilith's cry reached first: a scream soaked in grief and unrestrained wrath.

Valtor's roar followed, flame and fury.

Then — nothing.

He didn't fall — he ceased to exist.Light, sound, and thought were stripped away, leaving only absence. Not darkness, not silence. Just the echo of nothing.

Then came a pull — not physical, not kind. A will that remembered him, even when he did not.

It didn't drag him back. It called him.

And so, he returned. Eyes opened. Breath followed. Memory waited.

He stood in a garden unlike anything memory could have conjured. A place sculpted not by nature or magic, but by remembrance and starlight.

Above, the sky stretched endlessly — neither night nor day — silver dust drifting like the last breath of forgotten constellations.