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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.

It pulsed beneath her heels with the obedience of something sacred, spiraling into invisible rings that lifted Zafira higher until she hovered three meters off the courtyard stone, cloak rippling behind her in threads of gold and grey.

Kenneth spun his staff hard, anchoring his stance with one foot locked beneath him, the other sliding forward in preparation for burst engagement. Shylo circled wide, rope dart already slithering out from its coil, blade gleaming under fractured moonlight.

"You two were sent for me?" Zafira asked, tone calm, almost curious. "That's... generous."

She tilted slightly mid-air, descending at an angle—just enough to taunt, never enough to touch ground. Shylo made the first move, dart launching with perfect arc, the blade curving through wind toward her waist.

The ones who fell