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 Unknown 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.