In the early days of Caelan's journey, long before he became the reckless, light-hearted hero he is now, a great power chose him—a force so ancient, it had seen the rise and fall of countless civilizations. Seraphis, the forgotten spirit of light, had bestowed upon him the duty to spread light across a world shrouded in darkness. But after Caelan received this divine blessing, something curious happened. Seraphis simply... vanished.
Or at least, that's how it seemed.
Many assumed the ancient guardian of light had either disappeared into nothingness, or worse, perished entirely. But the truth was far more complicated. Seraphis was not gone—he was weakened, his very essence diminished from centuries of battling the darkness that had engulfed the world. The weight of the shadows had left him in a state of near-invisibility, unable to be seen by any creature of darkness. Only those touched by the purity of light could sense his presence.
Caelan, being newly blessed and still learning the ways of his power, could not yet comprehend that Seraphis was never far from him. The spirit's subtle guidance had been with him at every step, gently steering him towards the relics of sunlight, the key to Seraphis' restoration. But Seraphis himself? He was caught in a realm between life and oblivion, a whisper in the wind.
As the journey progressed, and Caelan purified more regions of the world by using these relics, Seraphis began to regain fragments of his power. Yet, it was not until Caelan placed the Sunlight Relic in a forgotten town, buried under the gloom, that Seraphis finally regained enough strength to manifest once more. Not in the world of battlefields and warriors, but quietly—within the very town Caelan had just saved.
The moment the relic was restored, a flash of brilliance erupted through the streets of the town. The townspeople, blinded momentarily by the sudden glow, gasped as Seraphis emerged from the light. His form was not like the majestic warrior Caelan had once met, but something softer, more ethereal—his true form as the spirit of light itself. His presence was warm and welcoming, though the years had weathered his once-proud figure into something quieter, more reserved. He could no longer lead armies or fight alongside champions, but he could still offer his wisdom.
The people of the town, now basking in the light's renewal, gathered around him, eyes wide in awe. They knew of Caelan and his companions, but none of them had ever seen a being like Seraphis before.
"You..." one villager stammered. "You are the one who brought the light back to us?"
Seraphis gave a gentle nod. "Not I. It was Caelan who placed the relic and restored this town. I merely guide the light."
Though his power was far from its peak, Seraphis knew his new role would be crucial. He could no longer stand on the front lines, but he could teach. He could pass on his knowledge of light magic, and help the townspeople defend themselves. While Caelan and his team ventured out into the world, battling shadows and dark forces, Seraphis remained behind, rebuilding what was once lost.
Fun fact, though—Caelan and Elden, despite all their powers and abilities, had absolutely no idea Seraphis was even there. In typical Caelan fashion, he assumed the town's sudden proficiency with light magic was just a side effect of the relic. He never stopped to question it, his mind always preoccupied with the next battle, the next grand adventure. And Elden? Well, let's just say he was too busy strategizing to notice much else.
As for Seraphis, he found it amusing. It wasn't like he wanted to be seen by everyone. His purpose had evolved—no longer a warrior, but a pious guardian. His role was to remain a beacon, silently guiding those who sought the light, teaching the people of the world to harness the same power he had once wielded in its full glory.
Seraphis' ultimate restoration was tied to Caelan's journey. Each relic purified brought him closer to his full strength. The sunlight relics were the key to unlocking Seraphis' potential once again, but for now, he would wait—quiet, patient, and always watching, unseen by the shadows.
Though Caelan and Elden remained blissfully unaware of his presence, Seraphis found solace in his work. After all, the fight against darkness wasn't always on the battlefield. Sometimes, the real victory was in teaching others how to keep the light alive long after the warriors were gone.
And so, while the world outside plunged deeper into chaos, the town Seraphis quietly protected began to thrive, a small but growing beacon of hope, led by the spirit of light who, though not yet whole, was far from gone.