ADAMANTYNE

“Hearken, O scions of Adamantyne, and gather within these hallowed halls, for the hour has come to speak of Her who stands as the bulwark against the abyss. Let all voices fall silent, for the tale is not of mortals, but of a living covenant etched in flesh and flame.”

On this day, beneath the argent glow of twin moons, Iris Genesys swore her oath before the Thrones Eternal. Clad in the raiment of Astran steel and crowned with the diadem wrought from the bones of fallen stars, she raised her hand above the sacred flame.

And she spoke thus: ‘As the firmament endures beyond the ages, so shall I. Neither shadow nor silence, nor the crumbling of empires, shall sway my vigil. Until the stones of Adamantyne lie scattered in dust, until the last light of men is quenched, my watch shall not falter.’

Those who beheld her tell of a silence that swept across the chamber, a stillness so profound that even the torches dared not flicker. And when her oath was sealed, the Flame of Ages leapt skyward — a pillar of violet fire — bearing witness that the Sentinel’s vow was bound not only to men, but to the very marrow of creation itself.

Thus, the Covenant was forged. And thus, it is sung through the corridors of eternity: ‘As long as Iris Genesys bears the crown of stars, Adamantyne shall not kneel to shadow.’

IRIS GENESYS
Chronicles of Adamantyne
— The Oath of the Violet Sentinel I