In the crumbling halls of House Kaelith, a boy opened his eyes. His name was Aelion, reborn into disgrace. Once, his family had commanded armies; now, they were mocked as beggars wearing crowns of dust.
Aelion remembered fragments of another life — visions of fire, gods screaming, and a blade that cut through eternity. He did not understand them, but he knew one truth: this life would not end in ruin.