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In a world where memories burn brighter than fire, and destinies echo through wooden toys and whispered legends... one boy survives the night that should have ended everything.
Drazon never asked to be the last child of a fallen village.
He never asked to carry a wooden toy carved by a father he barely remembers.
He never asked for the fire - the one that swallowed his home, his family, and the life he knew.
But fate is not concerned with what he wants.
Fate only knows what he must become.
Now, with shadows stalking the edges of the forest, whispers crawling through the dark, and a strange golden light that seems to call his name, Drazon steps into a world woven with secrets older than kingdoms, older than gods - older than time itself.
He will meet wanderers whose smiles hide histories, warriors whose scars speak louder than their voices, and beings who should not exist at all.
Every step forward pulls him deeper into the truth behind his village's destruction...
and the truth behind AION - a force that bends destiny, memory, and the fragile boundary between creation and ruin.
But the deeper Drazon walks into the unknown, the more he realizes:
What was taken from him was only the beginning.
What waits for him may change the world.
And the wooden toy he carries... is no toy at all.
A story of grief and growth.
Of slow-burning revelations and quiet courage.
Of a boy chasing the pieces of himself through a world that is breaking - or being reborn.
AION - where every moment matters, and every heartbeat echoes forever.