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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

Aure and Lian stood on sacred ground now a forgotten mesa once lost to time, where gods were crowned and exiled in the same breath. Wind circled them, whispering truths no scroll had dared record.

Aure lifted his hand, and the Ash Sigils spiraled from his skin into the air, drawing a radiant map across the sky. Lian watched in awe, every line a memory, every pulse a decision that refused to be erased.

Aure didn't look away. "Let them."

Below the cliffs, armies gathered.

Not just mortals, but spirits, old world tribes, flame-bound wolves, and even skyborn constructs once thought extinct. All called by the bond. All awakened by the song of rebellion.

Aure turned to Lian. "We don't need thrones made of gold or marble. We sit on memory, fire, and blood. This is ours now."

Lian smiled, sword resting on his back. "We are not rulers. We're a storm."

Just then, a familiar voice rang out from the edge of the sky.

It was Fen the trickster, the watcher, now cloaked in crimson and shadows. "Took you long enough," he said, leaping effortlessly between time fractures. "Thought you might stay dead."

Lian raised an eyebrow. "You're late."

"I'm fashionable," Fen winked, then held up a scroll bound in red string. "The High Court just declared you illegitimate rulers. Said you're a danger to 'world stability.'He snorted. "Which, to be fair… is true."

Aure took the scroll and burned it without reading.

"We're not asking for permission. We're not kneeling."

Fen grinned wide. "Good. Because the Court just sent their heralds."

From the clouds, metal-winged creatures descended silver-armored, faceless, divine executioners. Each bore a single word etched into their chests:

Aure's eyes narrowed. "Guess it's time to show them why we don't."

His body lit up with flame-bound sigils.

Lian stepped beside him, sword unsheathed, no hesitation.

And as the enemies charged hundreds, maybe thousands , the Ash Bond surged, wrapping their souls in power ancient and new.

To become the fire that burns them all down.

Thrones don't wait for permission