In a world where dreams were once stolen-ripped from the hearts of mortals and scattered like ash upon the wind-hope became a whisper few dared to follow. But from the remnants of that broken age, three descendants emerged, bound by fate and to a legacy that refused to fade. They were called forth by the lingering will of Sylvia-the Dreamkeeper, the Betrayed Flame-to reclaim what was lost and set right what history had buried. Sylira, fierce and unyielding. Noctavius, silent and watchful. Dravien, torn between doubt and duty. They are neither gods nor demigods, yet they bear the sacred marks of the Chosen. Not for glory, not for worship, but for judgment. For the world does not welcome them as heroes. It sees only echoes-reminders of a cataclysm born from Sylvia's rebellion and the fear it left behind. Their journey weaves through shattered lands and fractured realms, where old wounds still bleed and forgotten powers stir beneath the surface. They find unlikely allies among those cast aside-demigods stripped of divinity, mortals burdened with forbidden truth, and seers who remember what the world wants to forget. Each step forward is haunted by the past, yet driven by the hope of something more. But the war has never truly ended. It shifts, festers, grows-no longer just between gods and mortals, but between truth and deception, memory and myth, freedom and fear. The realms themselves fracture beneath the weight of unspoken truths, and whispers of a second sundering echo across the skies. What is a legacy if not a trial? What is redemption if not a choice? As shadows rise and the lines blur between salvation and ruin, the question remains: Will their journey mend the broken dream of the world, or will it unravel the last threads holding it together?

In a world where dreams were once stolen-ripped from the hearts of mortals and scattered like ash upon the wind-hope became a whisper few dared to follow. But from the remnants of that broken age, three descendants emerged, bound by fate and to a legacy that refused to fade. They were called forth by the lingering will of Sylvia-the Dreamkeeper, the Betrayed Flame-to reclaim what was lost and set right what history had buried. Sylira, fierce and unyielding. Noctavius, silent and watchful. Davien, torn between doubt and duty. They are neither gods nor demigods, yet they bear the sacred marks of the Chosen. Not for glory, not for worship, but for judgment. For the world does not welcome them as heroes. It sees only echoes-reminders of a cataclysm born from Sylvia's rebellion and the fear it left behind. Their journey weaves through shattered lands and fractured realms, where old wounds still bleed and forgotten powers stir beneath the surface. They find unlikely allies among those cast aside-demigods stripped of divinity, mortals burdened with forbidden truth, and seers who remember what the world wants to forget. Each step forward is haunted by the past, yet driven by the hope of something more. But the war has never truly ended. It shifts, festers, grows-no longer just between gods and mortals, but between truth and deception, memory and myth, freedom and fear. The realms themselves fracture beneath the weight of unspoken truths, and whispers of a second sundering echo across the skies. What is a legacy if not a trial? What is redemption if not a choice? As shadows rise and the lines blur between salvation and ruin, the question remains: Will their journey mend the broken dream of the world, or will it unravel the last threads holding it together?