July 18, 2026
Every age has its powers, and this one has six. They were not chosen by prophecy or crowned by consensus — each came to her strength through loss, defiance, or a bargain the world would call unwise. Together they are the beating heart of the saga: the Six Daughters of Kworgale.
They do not always stand on the same side. That is the point.
Freed after some three centuries in chains, Merynia wields a fractured blue Radiance — the one light known to counter demon fire. Sapphire-haired, sapphire-eyed, a shattered queen who chose her own flame rather than the one others would have lit for her. Where she walks, the dark has to answer for itself.
Salyria carries Creation Fire, the rarest kind — flame that heals and renews rather than consumes. Flamekeeper of the EmberGuard, keeper of phoenixes and fire-drakes, she is a healer's heart worn inside a warrior's armor, and she believes even the corrupted can be brought home.
Immortal for over a thousand years, Glacya commands cryomancy so deep it can still time itself. From her crystalline palace she rules through preservation rather than conquest, a white bear at her side and an old grief in her ice-blue eyes. It is said she has smiled only twice in living memory.
Rysalia, High Commander of the Infernate, is bound to the Ashen Serpent — a living brand of black ink coiled across her skin. Her shadowfire and smoke answer her every whim, and so does the Creed that adores her. Gold-haired, azure-eyed, predatory, and utterly certain she is right.
Older still is Trysania, an Elehath who has watched three thousand years turn. Her sorcery is Cosmica — eldritch violet light that draws tentacled horrors out of the Veil itself. Silver-haired and silver-eyed, she grieves a lost star-world and bends all her patient, terrible craft toward returning to it.
Vivira practices the forbidden art of Numina soulcraft — binding living souls into crafted metal. Her bronze constructs and steel beasts, marked with the Eye of Numina, obey a morally-grey heretic devoted, above all, to progress. Copper-auburn hair, emerald eyes, and not one apology.
Fire and frost. Radiance and ash. Star-light and soulcraft. They will save this world, or reshape it, or both — and rarely in the same direction at once.
Hear them together in Six Daughters of Kworgale, then follow whichever calls to you into her own story. And if you want to walk beside them as the saga unfolds, join the Rosebearer's Chronicle — new lore, new music, and the next chapter, first.