The wind tugged at Kael Vorn's cloak as he stood on the precipice, the sharp edge of the cliff cutting through the hazy dawn. Below him, the Vorn estate lay in ruin, a once-proud legacy now crumbled into dust. What had been a bustling mansion, filled with the echoes of the Tamer's guild and the soft, deep growls of great beasts, was now only a shadow of its former self. The estate, ravaged by time and betrayal, sprawled across the land like the bones of a giant. What had once been a symbol of power had become an empty monument to a forgotten past.

Kael's hand gripped the Crimson Fang, the only thing his father, Valarion Vorn, had left him. It was a dagger forged from the tooth of a creature that had once roamed the distant mountains of the west. It wasn't just a weapon—it was a reminder of what had been taken from him. A memory of the strength his father had once wielded, before it all came crashing down.

He turned his gaze from the ruin of his home to the distant peaks of the Aetherian Mountains, the mists rolling off them like a cloak. Far beyond those mountains, in the heart of the world, lay the Guild—still standing, still holding sway over the lands, but to Kael, it was as much a place of treachery as it was of power.

Five years ago, the world had been a different place. The Guild, once the very foundation of his life, had turned its back on his father. And that night—Kael could still hear the words, the shouts, the crack of magic in the air—was the night it all ended.

He had been a child, small enough to hide in the shadowed corner of the Guild Hall. But his ears had caught everything. His father's voice, thick with a restrained fury, echoing through the massive chamber. "You're too afraid of freedom. Too afraid to let the beasts live as they should."

The Guild Hall was a temple of stone and tapestry, a place where the most powerful Tamers came to discuss their craft, their politics, their ambitions. But that night, it had felt like a court of judgment.

His father, the man who had tamed countless creatures and waged battles against armies, was accused of the unforgivable—of daring to question the Guild's strict codes. To speak of beasts not as servants, not as tools, but as equals. And for this, the Guild had shown no mercy.

That night, Kael had lost everything. His father's life, his home, his identity—shattered by a single act of betrayal.

He hadn't forgotten the faces of those who had condemned his father. He hadn't forgotten the sly smirks, the cold eyes of those who called themselves the "Tamer Elite." He hadn't forgotten how they had all turned their backs on him.

Now, as Kael stood alone on the edge of the world, the memories burned within him, fueling the fire that had long since replaced his childhood innocence. It was time. Time to make the Guild pay for its arrogance, to claim his father's legacy, and to tame the very beasts that had once been his birthright.

He looked down at the estate again, eyes hardening. The winds of change had begun to stir. And with them, the beasts would rise.