Emperor Ezekiel

Emperor Ezekiel, the first and only ruler of the Mytharil Empire, is a figure of both reverence and tragedy. Handpicked by Helios, the god of life, to descend to the Prime Plane, Ezekiel was tasked with establishing order and safeguarding the delicate balance of the multiverse through the protection of the Riftways, the cosmic veins connecting realms. Clad in polished golden armor, wielding a radiant greatsword, and adorned with a flowing white cape bearing the Golden Wings of Mytharil, Ezekiel was the embodiment of justice, honor, and benevolence.

Though his rule brought an era of prosperity and enlightenment, his boundless trust and kindness became his undoing, as they were exploited by Archmage Valekith (now Valekith), his closest friend and advisor. The betrayal of Valekith and the ensuing First Continuum Crisis marked the end of the Mytharil Empire and Ezekiel's mortal life.

Appearance

Ezekiel’s appearance was as radiant as his legacy.

His flowing white hair and glowing eyes symbolized the divine light of Helios.
A suit of polished golden plate, engraved with celestial runes, gleamed with a light that seemed to repel darkness itself.
His cape, white as the heavens, bore the emblem of the Golden Wings of Mytharil, a symbol of the Mythar's divine purpose.
Ezekiel’s greatsword, a celestial blade forged in the light of Helios, was both a weapon of war and a tool of justice.

Role and Purpose

Ezekiel was entrusted by Helios to guide the Prime Plane toward peace and order. Alongside the True Dragons, masters of the elemental forces, the Mytharil Empire flourished as a beacon of enlightenment and protection. Central to their civilization was the study of Rift Magic, the art of harnessing the energy of the Riftways to maintain the balance between realms.

The Continuum Crystal, also known as the Argent Heart of the Cosmos, was the key to this balance, and Ezekiel tasked his most trusted advisor, Archmage Valekith, with its protection. This decision would prove to be his greatest mistake.

The Betrayal of Valekith

Valekith, seduced by the allure of ultimate power, shattered the Continuum Crystal into Infinity Shards and used them in a forbidden ritual to achieve immortality. The resulting catastrophe, known as the First Continuum Crisis, tore the Prime Plane asunder, destabilized the Riftways, and unleashed chaos across the multiverse.

In an attempt to stop his friend, Ezekiel confronted Valekith in mortal combat. Their battle shook the Floating City of Netheril, but despite severing Valekith’s hand, Ezekiel was too late. The Soulmonger Crystals, activated by the shattered Rift Shards, had already completed their ritual. The city of Netheril was plane-shifted to The Netherveil, and a great rift tore through the Prime Plane, annihilating the Mytharil Empire.

Ezekiel, broken and defeated, sank to his knees as he watched his life's work unravel.

Death and Ascension

Though his mortal life ended in failure, Ezekiel’s sacrifice and dedication did not go unnoticed by Helios. In death, he was granted the title of Archangel and now serves among the Hosts of Helion, the celestial guardians of the heavens. From this divine realm, Ezekiel continues his sacred duty, ensuring that no other realm suffers the fate of his beloved Mytharil Empire.

Legacy

Ezekiel’s memory endures as a symbol of both the grandeur and fragility of idealism. The Mytharil Empire’s ruins are a testament to his vision, and the fragments of the Rift Shards are sought after by scholars and adventurers hoping to understand the past and prevent future catastrophes.

His ascension to Archangel ensures his presence in celestial lore, where he is revered as the Golden Sovereign, a reminder of the cost of betrayal and the eternal fight for balance and justice.

In Mythar Lore

To the Mythar, Ezekiel remains a figure of reverence and sorrow. His failure to prevent the First Continuum Crisis is not seen as weakness but as a reminder of the dangers of misplaced trust and the heavy burden of leadership. Statues of the Golden Sovereign stand in the ruins of the Mytharil Empire, their glowing eyes a symbol of vigilance against future betrayals.

Ezekiel’s story is one of glory, tragedy, and redemption, and his name is spoken with both admiration and solemnity across the realms.

As the battle atop the Tomb of the Twin-Spirit reached its breaking point, Kairus the Brass—bloody, broken, and barely clinging to life—called forth the ancient rite known as the Invocation of the Archangel, a desperate plea written into the old codices of the Mythar language. With his palm pressed against a sun-scorched sigil and his voice nearly lost to the winds of the collapsing tomb world, Kairus invoked the one name that still struck fear into Valekith’s blackened heart...

Ezekiel.

The heavens split open.

Descending like a meteor of golden fire, Archangel Ezekiel returned to the Prime Plane for the first time in thousands of years. A celestial halo burned behind his radiant helm, two white wings spread wide, and the great sword Conviction in his hands shimmered with the light of Helios himself. For the first time since the fall of the Mytharil Empire, Valekith saw fear reflected in his own gaze.

Their clash was brief but cataclysmic—two ancient forces bound by love and betrayal, crossing blades once more. Ezekiel struck true, momentarily faltering Valekith and buying The Sunsations a fleeting chance to strike.

But the battle was far from over.

In desperation, Valekith reached toward the heavens and pulled the eclipsed sun itself toward the Prime Plane, seeking to consume the world in divine annihilation. Without hesitation, Ezekiel turned skyward and flew directly into the heart of the falling star, raising Conviction above his head and bracing his full might against the crushing weight of a dying star.

Even a being of Ezekiel’s radiance could not endure such fury. His golden armor cracked, wings burned to ash, and in a final explosion of celestial light, Ezekiel was reduced to cinder, his form dissolving into the void between worlds.

Yet his sacrifice was not in vain. His final act held the sun aloft for mere moments—just long enough for Talyen and the Sunsations to bring Valekith to ruin.

In that blinding final moment, as his ashes spiraled upward toward the stars, Ezekiel fulfilled the vow he made as emperor, as archangel, and as friend:

To protect the Prime Plane, no matter the cost.