Startan

Beneath the floating isles of Aerendel, where rivers of light wound through the sky like drifting ribbons, an ancient tremor rippled through the ether. The Heartspire, a towering prism of living crystal began to glow with a deep, resonant thrum that hadn't been heard in a thousand cycles. Scholars panicked, believing the pulse signaled the return of the First Storm, while wanderers claimed it was the awakening of a long-slumbering guardian.

Amid these rising fears, Kael the Wayborn approached the Heartspire, guided by dreams of wings made from starlight. Shadows trailed him, stirring in the breeze like restless memories. When the sky suddenly fractured into spirals of violet flame, Kael understood: the world was shifting, rewriting its own forgotten history. And whatever emerged from the Heartspire's glow would judge all of Aerendel, whether it was ready or not.