Kalania stands on the peak of Mount Oselia, the tallest point in all of Trasia. The wind beats her pale, white feathers, their glow vivid against the night sky. She involuntarily tightens her grip on the smooth staff she carries — her anchor to the world of gods and mortals, her communication link between the heavens and the earth. The staff pulses with silver-blue energy, the heartbeat of an age-old universe.
Through centuries, Kalania's role has remained the same. She exists outside of time, untouched by its grasp, an ethereal being molded by a higher power. Her call is that of carrying divine messages across the eternal vastness of time and space, acting as a conduit for the voice of the universe, the silent whispers of destiny.
People are enamoured by her, drawn to her celestial aura and ethereal beauty. Temples honoring her stand tall in every city, and her figures grace the homes of believers, their desperate prayers hoping to capture the attention of the distant angel. Yet, she remains an enigmatic figure, revered but distant, adored but unreachable.
One day, a peculiar mandate from the God comes to her. Kalania is to deliver a cryptic message to a secluded hermit living on the outskirts of the Trasian capital. The content of the message is unsettling, it foretells of a grim fate, a tidal wave of darkness that threatens to engulf the universe.
As she embarks on her journey, a strange anxiety clings to her. This isn't an ordinary task, this message holds a certain weight to it, a gravity that threatens to pull her wings downwards. The cities she flies over are blissfully ignorant, their lights twinkling like quiet dreams, unknowing of the looming shadow of catastrophe.
She finally reaches the hermit, his eyes shining with unseen knowledge. His prophetical eyes reflect a strange understanding as she delivers the divine mandate. Unraveling the message seems to take the frail man an eternity, leaving Kalania impatient. A first. Change. Another first. A storm of emotion brews inside her, an unfamiliar turbulence that leaves her disoriented.
The hermit unfolds the prophecy - it isn't darkness that would engulf the world, rather a massive shift in power. The God, it seems, is finally stepping down, planning to leave the mortals under the patronage of eternal angels. The revelation drops on her like an anvil, rendering her speechless under the burden of responsibility.
Kalania will now write her own story, the celestial narrative of events yet to come. Her minionship is shifting towards the unknown, her background as a traveler taking on a different hue. A new dawn awaits in Trasia, its distant horizon radiating with the first light of Kalania's reign. In a twist of cosmic irony, the angel to the God becomes the God herself, an unexpected climax to an eternal servitude.