In the final days leading to the Battle of the Black Sun, Selena, Dream Oracle of Ithandriel, received a harrowing vision unlike any she had ever known. Beneath the boughs of the dream-warped woods near the Obelisk of Cernunnos, she entered a deep seance alone, her spirit threading the veil between the Prime Plane and the Faewyld.
There, she beheld the sun eclipsed—blackened and weeping flame—dragged unnaturally close to the world by a presence she could barely comprehend. She saw a tomb built atop a floating volcano, ringed in shattered moons and broken stars. And there, beneath a bleeding sky, she saw the end of many: friends, strangers, angels. She awoke breathless, her voice cracked from screaming names she had not yet spoken.
Soon after, two of the Sylvarin Royal Guard arrived in secret from Ithandriel, dispatched not only to accompany Zyla Nu Ten, but to aid Selena in whatever lay ahead. With them, she traveled west—summoned by Talyen’s call to arms—joining The Sunsations aboard the Sky's Edge as it crossed the ashen skies toward The Isle of Ember.
During the battle, Selena took her place in the shadow of the broken pyramid, holding back the Fallen Mythar Angels by pulling them into a shared nightmare—binding them in endless loops of judgment, sorrow, and unfulfilled celestial duty. Within that dreamspace, she held fast, tethering their minds to the echoes of their former divinity. Her trance nearly broke as Malekith wrought radiant destruction through the crumbling chamber, but she endured long enough for her allies to advance.
But when Valekith returned, dragging the eclipsed sun closer to the material world, Selena’s dream was consumed by flame. Her body, still seated in silent seance, was scorched to cinder in an instant—golden ashes spiraling upward like the last whispers of a vision.
Her death was neither loud nor violent. It was quiet. A dream ending.
Now, in Ithandriel, dream-seers of the Court of Verdance say her spirit returned to the Faewyld in that final moment, carried by Cernunnos himself, where her last vision still plays among the boughs of the whispering woods for those brave enough to see what is to come.