Prologue: The First Flame and the Final Crown
Before memory, before gods, before time itself — there was the Flame.
A white star, veiled in radiant silence, breathed the first breath of creation. From its luminous core came forth a race not born of flesh or spirit, but of essence — the Solarii, starborne beings forged in the furnaces of celestial purpose. Among them arose the Solaris Primus, a sovereign not chosen by lineage, but by fate inscribed in the light of the cosmos itself.
The First Solaris Primus, a being of infinite will, ascended the threshold of divinity through an event whispered as Originfall — a transcendence that sundered the laws of existence. To seal his legacy and guard the path he carved, he poured his eternal flame into a crown: The Primus Crown. An artifact beyond understanding, it held within it the right of true kingship — and the key to ascend the Absolute.
But power demands sacrifice.
Fearing the rise of another who could claim godhood, the First Primus shattered his crown and scattered its shards across realms unreachable. He bound the future of his bloodline to a series of locks — Ten Seals — each an ordeal of power, will, and consequence.
Ages passed. The light dimmed. The line of Solarii fractured.
And then, a child was born — under the dying gleam of that same white star. His name was Aetherion, marked from his first cry by the prophecy of the Endborne King. A soul etched with the weight of forgotten crowns and silent flames. He was hidden from the cosmos, his powers dormant, locked behind the Seals placed upon his being. He was the rightful heir to the divine throne — and the one destined to break it.
Yet the throne was not vacant.
In the shadows of the star, another Solarii had clawed his way to power. Oraculus, a former aspirant to Originfall, whose ambition was greater than his fate. Stalled forever at the Beyond Seal, he usurped the Solarii throne and declared himself the Eternal Sovereign. But he knew: his reign was borrowed. The Primus Crown's shards eluded him, and the prophecy loomed.
Aetherion — the Endborne — was alive.
The child of silence would rise.
And so, the story begins. Not with triumph. Not with peace. But with awakening — of power, of memory, of divine reckoning.
The first Seal stirs.
And the cosmos holds its breath.
Thus begins the tale of Solaris Primus: Ascension to Godhood.