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In the fractured world of Eryndor, elemental affinities define one’s worth. Fire, water, earth, wind — the more affinities you possess, the higher you stand in society. Those born with no affinity are considered useless, condemned to menial labor or exile.

Lucas Dawson, a 17-year-old orphan from the border village of Alderwick, is one of the Affinityless. Bullied, ignored, and barely surviving, Lucas stumbles upon an ancient ruin buried beneath the forest during a storm. There, he discovers the Rainbow Orb — a pulsating relic said to contain the pure essence of all affinities ever known... and a few forgotten ones whispered in myth.

When Lucas touches the orb, it shatters into him, awakening every affinity — fire, water, earth, wind, lightning, ice, shadow, light, chaos, and creation — but also marking him with an ancient curse. Now hunted by kingdoms, cults, and even gods, Lucas must master his powers before the Orb’s chaotic energy consumes him entirely.

Affinity: The Rainbow Orb

Lucas staggered beneath the weight of power twisting inside him. His own reflection shattered in a pool of water—half his eyes blazing with every affinity's light, the other half shadowed and blackened like a void.

Seris's voice trembled. "You're losing yourself… Lucas."

He clenched his fists, struggling to hold the darkness at bay. But it clawed relentlessly, whispering promises of ultimate strength if only he gave in.

Outside, the Veilways shattered like glass. The corrupted titan's shards reassembled, their pieces sharper, more violent, swarming like living daggers. They screamed and darted toward him, hungry for the bond that fed their rebirth.

Lucas raised the Orb, now a furnace of conflicted magic. His voice was raw. "I'm not done yet."

He unleashed a tempest of fire and lightning, earth and water, light and shadow—an explosion of colors tearing through the shards, scattering them into glittering dust. But the darkness inside him surged, warping his magic, twisting his attacks into jagged, unstable blasts.

Pain lanced through his chest as the corrupted affinity tried to overtake his heart. He gasped, vision blurring—then a sudden calm flooded his mind: the Orb, struggling alongside him.

Summoning every shred of will, Lucas wove the affinities together—balancing light with shadow, fire with water, chaos with order. The Orb flared brilliantly, casting a radiant shield that pushed the shards back.

Seris rushed forward, planting a glowing dagger into the nearest fragment. It shattered instantly. "Hold on, Lucas! We'll end this—together!"

But the darkness whispered louder. His body trembled, torn between salvation and ruin.

Suddenly, Lucas screamed—not from pain, but defiance. Channeling his fractured soul into one final surge, he shattered the corrupted energy consuming him.

A blinding pulse erupted, cleansing the Veilways. The shards exploded, scattering forever. The darkness in Lucas's eyes faded—just enough.

He collapsed, drained but free. Seris caught him, whispering, "You fought the storm inside—and you won."

But Lucas knew this was only the beginning. The battle for his soul—and the fate of all affinities—was far from over.

Fractured Soul