The stars had no voice.
Not anymore.
Where once the heavens sang of balance, of harmony, of gods and mortals woven in cosmic rhythm… now there was only silence. That silence stretched from the Ashen Cradle into the first shattered realm claimed by the Hollow Pantheon.
A world called Aetherion—once a realm of song.
Now a graveyard.
The choir had once stood at the edge of reality, a pantheon of godly bards who held together a realm crafted entirely from music and memory. They were not warriors. They were not tyrants. They were creators.
Their melodies kept the skies intact. Their hymns held cities in the air. Their songs healed, soothed, elevated entire races.
But music, like all things, could break.
And when Darius arrived with the Hollow Pantheon, the first note to shatter was hope.
Darius walked the steps of the Sky Symphony Hall, surrounded by silence.
