Zapharos Legends of the Lost Gods

I lost her once. I’ll burn the stars themselves before I let it happen again…

ELLA:
I woke in a world that shouldn’t exist—dark skies, twin moons, and a golden god who claims I belong to him.
Zapharos. Praetor of War. Last of the Arkhevari—an ancient race born of light and forged in shadow. He says I’m his Aelyth—soulmate—his balance, the one thing keeping him from falling into the Black Abyss that consumes his kind.
I don’t know if I believe in gods or destiny, but when he touches me, galaxies seem to breathe again.
Still… I’m human. And humans don’t belong in wars between immortals.
Especially not when the Arkhevari’s enemies—Cryons, Moggadash, Ohrurs—want me as a weapon.
I’ve been sold, caged, and hunted through the stars.
But Zaph came for me.
And now I have to decide if saving the universe means surrendering my heart to the one being who could destroy it.

ZAPHAROS: For eons, I’ve fought the darkness clawing at the edge of creation. I’ve lost brothers, armies… and once, my soul.
Until I found her.
Ella. My Aelyth. My light. My undoing.
I swore I would protect her, even from myself—but when the Oracle betrays us and the Cryons take her, the void inside me snaps.
I will tear through space and shadow, through gods and empires, to bring her back.
Because she is the only thing anchoring me to the light.
But the universe is shifting. The old balance is dying.
And the power that created the Arkhevari wants her too.
If I fail—if the Abyss claims me first—then every world, every star, every breath she takes… will fall into eternal night.
Because she is mine.
Mine to protect.
Mine to burn for.
Mine to fight for until the stars themselves go dark.