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The stars crafted his beauty. The world forged his ruthlessness. But his destiny belongs to no one, not even the heavens.  

In the celestial empire of Astralis, power is etched in bloodlines and carved through conquest. Here, amid warring clans and dying stars, Kael Vorian enters the world as both miracle and mistake, an intersex heir with a face like sculpted moonlight and a soul too vast for the realm to contain.  

His beauty is a weapon.  
His power, a curse.  
His past, a locked door even the ancestors fear to open.  

When the dormant Eldar Realm stirs, a dimension older than gods, hungry for what it once lost. Kael finds himself hunted by shadows and his own gnawing doubt:  

What if the sealed soul within him isn’t enough?  

To survive, he must turn enemies into pawns, unite heirs raised on betrayal, and face Valen Vaelstrom, the storm-wreathed rival whose very presence ignites both fury and an unsettling, forbidden heat.  

As ancient forces awaken and the other Supreme Planes sharpen their blades, Kael races against a fate already written in the stars.  

The question is no longer whether he’ll rise.  
It’s what he’ll become when he does.

Astralis(Star)

"Stars remember what we try to forget. That's why they never stop burning."

Before the universe took its first breath, there was only the hollow ache of absence; no light, no sound, no time. Just the weight of a universe waiting to be born.

Then came the spark.

A single flare of divinity, kindled from the dark, birthed by a will older than names. From it unfurled the Five Supreme Planes, realms of boundless power, each thrumming with destiny.

But Astralis was never like the others.

Forged not in chaos but in celestial law, it was shaped by star essence and bound by resonance a plane of echoes, both sanctuary and slaughter. It did not ask for submission; it demanded it, swallowing lesser realms in its inexorable rise. Here, bloodlines reigned supreme, and cultivators wielded the very breath of creation.

Yet beneath its gilded majesty, something was broken.

Ten great clans stand sentinel over Astralis' throne, their oaths as old as the stars themselves. Their heirs are sculpted for glory, each soul weighed against the heavens.

But the heavens deceive.

They hide what they cannot chain.

A child is born not into a future, but a sealed past. The skies shudder at his arrival. The ancestors of the ten clans watch, their ancient eyes alight with dread. His soul is too vast, his presence too radiant, his fate already a blade against their throats.

His name Kael.

They shackle his power.

They seal his soul.

And they hope that the Eldar Realm forgets him.

But memory is a tide, and some echoes refuse to fade.

Beyond the stars, beyond the reach of gods and thrones, something stirs.

The Eldar Realm awakens.

And as Astralis readies its chosen for war, one question lingers in the hollows of time:

What becomes of a soul that returns to a battle meant to erase it?

Prologue: The Silence Before Dawn