In the beginning, there were Twelve Realms, each ruled by a Primordial Deity. Among them, Aeon, the Arbiter of Balance, was the only one who walked among mortals, learning, laughing, and weeping with them. He was a god who cared — and for that, he was feared.
The other gods, threatened by his empathy and growing influence, conspired. They shattered the Core of Aeon, fragmenting his soul and casting his immortal essence into the lowest realm — Eidria, the realm of mortals.
But gods do not truly die. They fade, they fracture, but they endure. Aeon's core, splintered and scattered, fused with the world. His memory became legend. His name, forbidden.
And yet, across centuries, mortals whispered of the Ascended One, who would rise from dust, wield powers meant for no man, and reclaim the throne beyond the realms.
In the slums of a collapsing city named Varendel, a boy with silver eyes is born — cursed, broken, and forgotten.
His name is Kael Vire.
And he dreams of fire, war... and wings of light.