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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 sky hadn't stopped burning since their bond ignited.

Not even the stars dared look away.

Aure and Lian stood at the edge of the high cliff known only in myth the Thronefall, where ancient rulers once cast their crowns into the void, daring the realm to forget them.

But this time, the world wasn't looking to forget.

Below them, the Ash Army gathered ,spirits reborn, rebels from forgotten bloodlines, and creatures who hadn't stepped into the mortal plane in thousands of years. All drawn by one thing:

Aure stepped forward, hair wild from battle and pleasure, cloak barely holding against the storm winds. He raised his hand, not in command, but in invitation.

"You followed us through fire," he called out, voice echoing through wind and bone. "Now watch us build something the gods could never imagine."

Lian stood beside him , sword drawn, but not raised. His presence alone was a war cry.

"Your High Court?" he shouted. "Burned."

"Your laws?" Aure smirked. "Rewritten."

"Your fear?" they both said together, "Ours now."

The crowd roared ,a sound of awakening, of chaos crowned, of hope resurrected from ash.

But just before they could descend to begin the coronation, the air split open again but not like before.

It was a tear a wound that bled light.

From it, descended a figure clad in stardust and bones, eyes infinite, voice not spoken but felt in the marrow.

"You are out of control," it said. "You have fused the forbidden. You have remade the sigils. You are..."

The being's form flickered. "This was not meant to be."

"We weren't meant to be tamed," Aure said. "But here we are."

"You are no longer bound by this planet's rules," he said softly. "So write new ones."

As they vanished, a new symbol blazed into the sky a merged sigil, neither divine nor mortal.

And as they descended into the crowd to claim their thrones, the people didn't chant names.

Crowned in Chaos, loved in fire