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Prologue
Before the first star was lit, before gods carved their thrones from fire and stone, there was Order.
Not the order of kings and crowns, nor the order of temples and prayers, but the silent law woven into the marrow of existence itself.
It was not born, nor will it die. It does not answer. It does not listen.
It simply is.
The gods, in their pride, once believed they ruled the strands of destiny. Mortals, in their hope, once begged for mercy at its shadow. Both learned the same truth: there is no mercy, no bending, no bargain.
For above every throne, above every prayer, above every heartbeat, the Silent Sovereign reigns.
It is the hush between breath and grave, the seal upon every beginning and every end.
And though gods may rage, though mortals may weep, none may escape its hand.
This is not the tale of heroes who conquer fate.
This is the tale of what happens when fate-cold, unyielding, eternal-decides to turn its gaze upon the living.