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In a realm where soulbonds are sacred and forbidden in equal measure, two people are torn apart by betrayal, silence, and the cruelty of power.

Lian Wolfe, once a sworn protector of the ancient Order, was exiled for breaking his oath to protect the one person the world demanded he forgets: Aure Siran, a soulmarked person whose presence could bend reality itself.

Thought lost to time, Aure returns—reborn, fragmented, his memories sealed like ruins behind glass. But the bond between them cannot be severed. Not truly.

As Aure’s past begins to unravel, visions of a warrior’s loyalty and a love too wild to be contained pulls him into a quiet obsession: to find the man who bleeds in his  dreams.

But Lian, now hunted and hardened, has learned to bury his heart beneath ash and blade. When fate draws them back together, one remembers everything…
and the other remembers just enough to ache.

Their reunion could reignite a forgotten war—or heal a world still trembling from their fall.

Will they choose love? Or will duty and fear tear them apart once more?

Untamed bond

The crown hadn't just entered their bones it had rooted itself in their very essence. Aure could feel it humming in their breath, their pulse, in the way the wind now waited for their footsteps.

Beside him, was the one who had no name stood radiant no longer flickering.He was Stabilized, Reborn, but different.

His eyes were no longer just gold—they shimmered with threads of amethyst and starlight. Like the universe had kissed him and called him worthy.

He looked at Aure and smiled like he were gravity.

"No," Aure whispered. "We brought each other back."

A sound echoed across the sky a chime. No, not a chime. A call.

The ground beneath them rippled, and from the cracks emerged five figures—cloaked, masked, eyes glowing with betrayal and fear.

"The Crown has chosen outsiders," one of them hissed. "Blasphemy."

"Abomination," growled another. "One without a name, and one born of two realms. You upset the balance."

Aure stepped forward, barefoot, hair like smoke and sky, voice steady as flame. "There was never balance. Only silence."

The leader raised a blade forged from fossilized time.

The one who had no name moved like lightning, stepping in front of Aure, his own blade drawn not steel anymore, but a weapon forged from memory and fire.

Steel met will. Memory met magic. Sigils glowed across their skin like battle hymns.

And in the middle of it all, Aure sang.

His voice wasn't melody. It was truth. It shattered one mask. Then another.

Until the last attacker knelt, shaking, whispering, "I remember… your name."

Aure knelt, fingers on the man's temple. "Then say it."

And as the name returned, the skies split with thunder, and lightning spelled it across the clouds.

And this time, Aure said it aloud.

"My name is Aure. And this is Lian."

"We are crowned. We are bound. And we are no longer hiding."

The echo crowned