Before realms rged into sync.
Before Chaos and Order took root in space and ti.
Before the Seven Seals created the void hunters—there were the Architects.
Beings between nothing and everything.
Existence that could never be defined by words alone.
They scattered the crumbs of Order and Chaos across still-forming realms, and nobody believed the myth.
For millennia, the story was told to children as a bedti fable. A warning. A tale with no teeth.
Until the crumbs fell.
Across every realm—including the Realm of Dragons—abilities beyond reason began to surface. Farrs woke with the power to command fire. Scholars found ancient languages carved into their minds. Soldiers developed strength that cracked stone.
Myths beca weapons. Stories beca survival.
But not everyone who received a crumb was worthy. So were consud by the power. Others were hunted for it. And a secret war began—one that would last for centuries, fought in shadows, rembered by no one.
Until now.
A scorned boy from the farthest branch of the Dragon Empire royal family would discover just how heavy a forgotten legend can be.
His na was Varyan of House Roverc.
And his story begins with a boring speech
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