In the realm of Nurghazira, where prayers drift like mist and mountains breathe ancient secrets, lived a boy with no name but a thousand destinies—Zayan.
Raised in the shadow of ruins and old remedies by a blind healer known only as Master Faatir, Zayan never imagined the old man’s chants and clay bottles held more than herbs. But on the night the moon bled silver, the old master whispered his final breath and left behind a book—a living script written in light, sealed with the sighs of seven jinn.
The Book of Breath and Bone.
Its verses could only be read by a soul cleansed in silence and dawnlight. Its pages did not speak of war—but of wounds: physical, spiritual, and those too deep for any blade or balm. It was a manual of healing and harmony, of energy and equilibrium—meant to rebuild a shattered world, one heartbeat at a time.
But peace is a forbidden art in a world built on control.
From the Ashen Exorcists of the Eastern peaks, to the Gu Sorcerers of the Southern swamps, powers stir—hunters of sacred knowledge, chasers of divine fire. They come not for healing, but for the final seal: Afaaj, the crest of celestial dominion.
Zayan must journey through ancient ruins veiled in jasmine mist, cross cities where potions are politics, and learn to wield techniques born not just from muscle or mind—but from soul memory.
He will learn of the Sky Pulse, of Talismanic Breaths, of Eye Gurah and Spirit Points. He will walk the thin thread between healer and warrior—between savior and heretic.
And above all, he must answer the whisper of the pages:
“Are you the Healer of the End, or the End of all Healers?”