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Prologue: The Echoes of Forgotten Souls
A deep, undisturbed silence stretched across the world—an unsettling calm that hung in the air like a forgotten dream, waiting for someone to stir it into existence.
The vast sky above had once been teeming with power. Gods had walked the lands, molding fate and destinies with the flick of their hands. Kingdoms rose, then crumbled, as their ambitions collided with the merciless hands of time. Wars, births, deaths—everything had been woven into the grand tapestry of existence, each thread a memory, a moment, a heartbeat.
But there was one thread that did not belong. One thread that unraveled everything in its wake, yet could never be fully seen. It was the thread of Ren, a being not quite mortal, nor fully divine. He had come into this world with no name, no purpose, a vessel for something far greater, something far older.
Echoes whispered of his arrival. In hushed corners of the world, in places where the truth was feared and the unknown dreaded, there was talk of him. Ren, the one who would break the Wheel of Destiny. The one who would shatter the realm's illusion of order.
But no one truly understood what he was. No one knew where he came from, or what drove him.
In the forgotten corners of time, there was a tale—a story of a boy whose past was locked away in the remnants of another life, a life that had long since faded from memory. It was a tale buried under layers of bloodshed and violence, hidden behind walls of lies and forgotten truths.
Ren had once been someone else, someone not bound by the fragile threads of mortal existence. He had been a part of something far more dangerous, far more ancient. And now, he stood at the threshold of a world on the brink of collapse, the past clinging to him like shadows he could not escape.
As the world moved on, unaware of the storm that would soon break, Ren's existence began to stir the heavens. Gods who had once ruled with arrogance and pride began to tremble. They sensed it—the fracture in reality, the presence of something that should never have existed.
He was not meant to be here. And yet, he was.
In the quiet aftermath of his awakening, Ren stood at the precipice of his own destiny, lost in a sea of memories that didn't belong to him. His life had been stolen, or perhaps it had never truly been his to begin with. All he knew was that something ancient—something terrible—had returned with him. And the world would soon feel its weight.
In the forgotten halls of power, deep within the sacred shrines of gods, whispers began. Whispers of a boy with eyes that saw through the fabric of reality itself. Whispers of a power so great, so uncontrollable, that it threatened the very essence of the gods' reign.
It was only a matter of time before everything changed.
And in the ashes of the old world, Ren's true journey would begin.
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