The sky was broken.
It wasn't just a saying—it was real. The sky over Elarion had cracked like shattered glass, leaving dark gaps where stars used to shine. No one knew why it happened. No one, except maybe Kael Drayven.
Kael had spent years ignoring the strange dreams, the whispers from the stars that only he could hear. He wasn't a scholar or a mage, just a wanderer trying to survive. But deep down, he knew something had changed in the world—and somehow, he was a part of it.
The streets of Veyris, once a lively trade city, were now quiet. The sky's fracture had changed everything—crops stopped growing, rivers flowed in the wrong direction, and nightmares appeared in broad daylight. People called it 'The Astral Paradox.'
Kael stood on the edge of an old clocktower, looking down at the city. He clutched the silver pendant around his neck—the only thing his mother left behind before she disappeared. She had known something about the paradox, and now it was up to him to find the answers.
Tonight, he would begin his journey. Ready or not.
Chapter 2: The Whispering Void
Kael barely slept that night. The air itself felt heavier, charged with something unseen. He sat by the dying embers of his fire, staring at the pendant in his palm. The symbol etched onto it—three interlocking rings—glowed faintly under the fractured sky.
A sudden gust of wind sent a chill down his spine. Then, he heard it.
A voice. No, a whisper. A language he didn't understand, yet somehow recognized.
"Kael… you are the last… find the Gate."
His breath hitched. He turned sharply, scanning the shadows, but there was no one there. Only the stillness of the night and the eerie glow of the broken sky.
He had heard whispers before, but never this clearly. This was different. It felt like a calling.
Determined, Kael pulled his cloak tight and set out toward the ruins at the edge of the city. If the voice spoke the truth, then the answers he sought lay beyond the Gate—wherever that was. And if fate had chosen him, he had no choice but to follow.