The Book of the Western Veil

In the youth of the world, when God called for builders to shape a home for His children, he answered first.

These hills rose at his command. He labored long, thinking all was for his own kind. But the vineyard was always intended for the children of Adam. For fragile creatures who would receive what the mightiest of beasts could not possess.

In that betrayal, his purpose turned to poison, and now he returns to unmake his creation.

For a thousand generations, a guardian kept watch where rain drove against ancient stone and mist clinged to the valleys of Wales. Warmth gathered around fires in the dark months. Laws held without witness. Mercies shown that carried no glory.

He watched, guarded, and taught his people the dream of Cymru, but he was blind to what grew beneath his watch.

In winter's depth, a prince stood between two paths and chose the one that led to his grave. Then all that had been forged in secret was made plain.

The Unmaker returns. All that was born in shadow now faces the flame.

This is The Book of the Western Veil.