The sky cracked—not with thunder, but with silence.
Lior stood on the edge of the highest cliff, watching as the world he knew unraveled. Islands once anchored by forgotten magic now drifted apart like lost memories, floating aimlessly in the endless expanse above the void. The air shimmered, heavy with a strange power pulsing beneath his skin.
A sudden sharp pain stabbed his chest, and his vision blurred. Memories—some his, many not—flooded his mind in broken fragments: laughter, sorrow, betrayal. Faces without names, emotions without context. The Celestial Code had awoken within him—a silent force that demanded everything and promised more.
A whisper echoed inside his soul, cold and distant: "Gather the fragments. Rewrite the shattered."
But how could one man repair a world torn asunder?
Lior's journey had begun, not with choice, but with fate.