“When power rules all, only love dares to defy it.”
In the beginning, there was no fate—only will.
But will was too wild. So the gods forged fate.
A crown to bind kings.
A chain to trap eternity.
For eons, the heavens watched.
Realms rose, fell, and were born again beneath the same cycle.
Heroes fought for glory. Empires burned for dominance.
No one questioned the system.
Except one man.
They called him many things:
The Sovereign of All Worlds.
The Crownless Emperor.
The Blade of Silence.
The Last Fatebreaker.
But none dared say his true name—
Zeirion Althar.
He ruled not a kingdom, but existence itself.
Cold. Unyielding. Supreme.
And then… he vanished.
Some say he died. Others say the heavens sealed him away.
But those who whisper the oldest tales speak of something far more dangerous
That the world’s most ruthless ruler vanished...
because of love.
Her name was never recorded. Her presence erased. Her face unknown.
But in the forgotten wind, a name lingers.
Aralya.
Now, after ten thousand years of forced silence…
The balance of existence trembles again.
The Throne stands empty.
Fate frays at its edge.
The old gods grow desperate.
And in a realm untouched by destiny…
A flower blooms where none should grow.
The Sovereign walks again.
Not to rule.
Not to conquer.
But to see her once more.
And if the heavens stand in his way—
He will burn them all.
Let the legend of Zeirion and Aralya begin.