In the kingdom of Emerald, the name Soru'draigg stands as a symbol of power and prestige, a lineage that guards the empire with unmatched prowess. But beneath this legacy lies a ruthless truth—only the strong are named, and the weak are forgotten.

Born without magic, a nameless child is cast into the shadows of his family, exiled to a hidden branch where failures are discarded. Yet, he is plagued by visions—fragments of a past he does not recall and a future he cannot avoid.

As he embarks on a journey across the continent, honing his skills and forging unexpected bonds, the nameless boy uncovers the dark truths buried within his family and the empire they serve. His quest for acceptance turns into a struggle for survival as he delves deeper into the mysteries of the Soru'draigg legacy and the curse that binds him to a fate far more sinister than he imagined.

Everyman's Nightmare

The ground trembled beneath Aristellus's feet, dust and debris cascading from the ceiling as an aftermath of the explosion. He lifted his cloak instinctively, shielding himself and Gaia from the choking cloud of stone and shattered mortar. The air was thick—heavy with the scent of damp earth and soot. 


"You alright, Gaia?" His voice cut through the tremors, low and steady, though his grip on his daggers tightened. 


"Yeah," Gaia muttered, perched tensely on his knee. Her usual sharp wit was dulled, her tone feigning amusement. "Good thing you're quick on your feet. Otherwise, we'd be buried under centuries of bad architecture." 


Aristellus didn't respond. His eyes were locked ahead, toward where the mural had been—where it should have been. But the wall was gone, reduced to crumbling ruin. And in its place… 


A slow, rasping laugh slithered through the settling dust. 


"As expected," a voice sneered, laced with mockery. "A mere attack like that wouldn't be enough to take you out." 


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