They speak of the Shards as gods. Distant, powerful, inevitable forces. But they forget the truth: each was once a person. A mortal with hands, a face, and a heart that beats with fear.
Torshi ran down the wet pavement. Today, it was cold and raining in Edöl, the capital city of Altaakanûl. This was not normal. Altaakanûl was a world of three suns and perpetual, warm daylight.
Its people, the Kanûlians, were a sun-worshipping culture whose very essence—their Identity—was
The power was a scream—not a sound, but a powerful force in the Spiritual Realm that violently bled into the Cognitive and Physical Realms. It had no name or purpose because its Vessel had been killed right after the Shattering of Adonalsium, during the first conflicts between the new gods. Its raw power had been left untouched for thousands of years, a wild and untamed force.
Aris, a scholar of Realmic theory, had spent her life studying this power. She knew that an untended Shard w