The Saga of Mischa: The Forging of Catmetal Corps

Long ago, when the Heartbeat of the World throbbed in agony, a dark god sought to silence its song. In the shadowed heart of the ancient Grove, where magic pulsed strongest, Vaelthar the Skyburner was loosed upon the world. The trees screamed, the ground wept, and the melody of life faltered.

Drawn by omens and sorrow, heroes and villains alike converged: Xalyth, who once sought forbidden power; Torven, lost and raging; Durgrim, seeking the resonant source; Celesthorn, mourning as his grove burned; and Mischa, guided by visions of light yet unkindled.

As fire and death raged, Mischa stood alone against the tide. Her voice, pure and defiant, rose into the smoke. It wove around the wounded souls, mending their broken rhythms. She sang not just to heal, but to awaken — to call them to their truer selves.

Together, battered and bloodied, they turned against the darkness. Using Celesthorn's sacred horn, imbued with the Grove's final breath, they shattered Vaelthar's collar, freeing the dragon from enslavement. The dragon, weeping fire and sorrow, bent his knee to the small silver warrior who had shown him mercy.

Bound by song and sacrifice, they forged a pact: to ride the Heartbeat of the World, to mend its broken melodies, and to roar defiance against the silence.

Thus was born Catmetal Corps — not just a band, but a living anthem of rebellion, hope, and undying light.

And their song still echoes across the stars.