The world feared him long before he was born.
In a realm where balance is maintained by the will of the gods, a child was born without fate, prophecy, or divine design. He was not meant to exist.
The moment he opened his eyes, storms raged, stars dimmed—and the gods trembled.
Marked by an ancient force older than time itself, he walks a world that wants him dead, hunted by angels, gods, and kings alike.
But he does not run.
He is not the hero.
He is not the villain.
He is Chaos.
And the world will burn before it controls him.