"My enemies are many. My equals are none.
In Braavos, they said their Titan would stand guard eternal.
In Pentos, they believed their gold and magisters would keep them sovereign.
In Volantis, they claimed the Black Walls would never be breached.
In the plains of the Dothraki Sea, they said the khalasars could never be united.
In the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, they said the rival houses could never be subdued.
Now they say nothing.
They fear what is coming.
They fear me, the untold conqueror ."
280 A.C, Master Kaelar Pahl, fascinated by ancient Valyria, found an incomplete ritual scroll and an orb through market channels.
Believed he could use it to summon a “Valyrian Champion” bound to him alone.
The ritual called for 13 slave sacrifices, of which Julian's body was one.
The ritual backfired violently, slaying everyone but Julian.
Why?
The orb chose Julian’s soul, not Kaelar’s.
His soul displaced the slave’s just in time to survive the backlash.
Julian awakens in a room of corpses and blood, alone… and an orb floating silently after him, never far behind..
He tries to ditch it, ignore it, run from it, but it always follows.
After fear, and growing madness… he touches it.
The moment he does, it dims.
It falls.
It binds.
And the dreams begin.
A realist.
A man forced into a monstrous world.
Curious but cautious.
Intelligent, not omniscient.
Protective of his identity.
He knows Essos eats the weak.
Slowly drawn toward power.
He doesn't want to conquer.
He wants to survive.
To understand.
But he will learn: the only way to survive is to become something more.