The world was once bathed in the warmth of an eternal sun, but that time was long gone. The sky above the kingdom of Aurelion was now a permanent twilight—neither night nor day, but a dull, shifting gray. The sun had not truly set for centuries, but it had begun to die, its once-mighty glow fading to an almost imperceptible pulse.
It was a slow death, agonizingly slow, but its effects rippled across the realms. The land broke into islands, floating in the skies like broken fragments of a forgotten world. Magic began to wane. The rivers no longer flowed with life; the forests whispered with the echoes of a forgotten time.
In the heart of this twilight world stood the Iron Tower, the last bastion of the Sunpriests' power. The ancient order had long since realized the truth—that the death of the sun was not natural. They had caused it, centuries ago, in their lust for immortality. The magic of the sun had grown too powerful to control, so they sacrificed the god who had once been born from its light, forcing it into oblivion. In its place, they drew upon its dying energy, binding it to their will.
But not all had been as the Sunpriests had planned. A prophecy had whispered through the ages, one of a reincarnated god who would return to either restore the sun or extinguish it for good. The Sungod's soul had been reincarnated countless times, each life forgotten in the sands of history, each death only leading to another rebirth.
Now, the final incarnation had emerged.
Lira stood on the precipice of a destiny that had been written long before her birth. Her memory was fragmented, the visions of her past lives both a gift and a curse. Each life she had lived had brought her closer to the inevitable truth—that she was the key to either saving or destroying the world. And as the last remnants of the god's power stirred within her, she realized that the time for answers was running out.
A dark figure watched her from the shadows, a whisper in the wind. Aiden, a fragment of the forgotten god, had been waiting for her—waiting for the moment when they would meet and merge once again.
The sun was dying, and the time for reckoning had come.