My father used to tell stories about this place.
Okay, well… not to me. He told Thalia. I just eavesdropped.
But I won't unpack my daddy issues right now.
Anyway, he used to say that the Land of Eternal Night — where Selene's Sanctuary now stood — was once known as the Land of the Dying Sun.
Why?
Because it was a scorched, godforsaken wasteland where the sun didn't give life. It took it.
A place where the merciless light rained down from the heavens like judgment, burning everything that lived to smoldering ash.
Everything… except them.
A rare breed of Elder and Unholy Spirit Beasts.
Twisted by the very flames that forged them.
They were called Solbraiths.
Born from the cremated bones of everything the Dying Sun devoured, Solbraiths rose like revenants — wielding the sun's might, the raw starfire that forged them.
You couldn't kill them. Or at least, not easily. It was almost impossible. Those monsters possessed the closest thing to true immortality.
