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In a world where imagination births power—called uncos—Amari has none. Branded cursed and cast aside, he escapes slavery only to find himself in a society ruled by celestial artifacts, divine oppression, and fractured ideals. As gods wage silent wars and cities shimmer with false hope, Amari must navigate a reality where strength is everything—and he has none to claim.

But chains don’t just bind the body. They shape the soul. And Amari’s soul is beginning to stir.

With nothing but grit, loyalty, and a defiant heart, he walks the line between myth and mortality, hunted by secrets older than the stars. In a tale of betrayal, survival, and the quiet power of choice, Ragnarök, Eternal Tragedy asks: Can a boy without magic rewrite the fate of gods?

Ragnarök, Eternal Tragedy.

Zafira touched the stone with one toe.

The ground responded with recoil, a pulse of air surging outward like the terrain had registered her presence and panicked. Shylo braced himself first, knees bent low, rope dart extended, one breath away from counterstrike. But Kenneth was already beside him, staff drawn, eyes alive with something rarely seen—anticipation.

"She's strong," he said, voice low but hungry. "I want this one."

Zafira didn't answer. She didn't posture. She simply rose again—hovering half a meter above ground, cloak curling against wind she hadn't summoned, silver eyes scanning the two of them with detached precision. And then she moved.

What followed wasn't an attack. It was a revelation.

Storm Silence