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Aphelios kills his enemies of faith in eary silence, speaking only through the focus on his goal, and the shooting form each gun. Though lead by a poison that renders him mute, he is guided by his sister in her distant temple from where she pushes an arsenal of moonstone weapons into his hands.

For as long as the moon shines above, Aphelios will never be alone.

Born during a rare lunar circumstance, when the physical moon was eclipsed by its reflection in the spirit realm, Aphelios and his twin sister, Alune, were born as children of destiny.

Mirroring the celestial event that heralded their birth, the two children knew they had been marked by fate—Aphelios physically gifted like the moon of stone, and Alune magically like its spiritual reflection. Zealously devout, they grew up within a faith of mystery, reflection, and discovery, and embraced darkness not just out of belief, but as the only thing that could keep them safe.

The Solari who ruled Targon considered the Lunari heretics, driving them into hiding until most forgot the Lunari even existed. The Lunari were left to the shadows, dwelling in temples and caves far from the Solaris’ sight.

The pressure to be exemplary was a big burden to Aphelios. He practiced with mystical moonstone blades, spilling his own blood in training so he could spill that of others to protect the faith. Intense and vulnerable, he bonded deeply with his sister.

While Aphelios was sent on increasingly dangerous missions to protect the Lunari, Alune trained separately as a seer, using her luminous magic to reveal hidden pathways and truths by the moon’s light. In time, her tasks required her to leave the temple where they were raised.

Desperate for purpose, he took a ceremonial path into dark where Lunari were said to discover their paths—their orbits. He followed the moon’s light to a pool where rare noctum flowers bloomed beneath the water’s surface. Though poisonous, the flowers could be distilled into a liquid that opened him to the night’s power.

Drinking the noctum’s essence, he felt so much pain that it numbed him to everything else.

The fortress accepted only one occupant, gifted in magic, each time it appeared. This time it would be Alune, her orbit guiding her to the temple. He usually asks for nothing, only requestes to attend the event.

But as the fortress passed through the veil in a luminous display of magic, a magical radiance filled the night. Somehow, the Lunari had been discovered even as the celestial cycles turned in their favor.

And now an army of Solari descended upon them….

All seemed lost, the Solari purging the Lunari heresy with harsh weapon. It was so profound that even Aphelios was beaten, his moonstone blades shattered on the ground, blood spilling from his lips.

But as the battle raged, Alune traveled deeper into the temple—and when she reached its heart, her full potential unlocked. Through the noctum, Aphelios could feel Alune’s power embrace him and he could hear her.

With a whisper, she pushed magic into his hands—a replacement for his blades solidifying into moonstone.

Like the moon of stone and its spiritual reflection, Aphelios’s skill and Alune’s magic converged and those Solari would not live to see the sun again.

As her power flared, Alune pushed the temple, and herself within, back into the spirit realm where it would remain safe from the Solari. From inside, amplified by the temple’s focusing power, Alune was able to project her magic anywhere, so long as it found a focus—like the poison coursing through Aphelios’ veins.

Only now did they understand their destiny. He would hollow himself out with pain, but would become a conduit for the moon’s power. She would live alone, isolated in her fortress, but she would guide her brother, able to see through his eyes.

Together, they are the weapon that Lunari needed, bound by pain and sacrifice. Only apart could they be together—their souls brushing across the veil, distant, but close enough, evolving into something they could not understand.

Now that the power balance of Targon is shifting, and the Solari know the Lunari still endure, Aphelios and Alune are needed more than ever.