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Eclipse born:The path of sovereigns

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In a world where the sun and moon were shattered by ancient gods, day and night now flicker unpredictably, governed by the last remnants of their divine power. Civilization clings to existence inside massive sanctuaries protected by skyward crystals called Celestium Hearts. Outside, the world is a chaotic battlefield of broken time, elemental storms, and monstrous beings birthed from the dark—a realm known as the Fractured Vale. Kaelen Verros, a gutter-born orphan in the sanctuary-city of Litharion, discovers an ancient Eclipse Core embedded in his soul—marking him as a potential Sovereign, a legendary being said to unite both day and night to reforge the heavens. But the Core is cursed, whispering to him in forgotten tongues and awakening a system that feeds on entropy, fear, and fallen gods. As he begins his climb from outcast to god-slayer, Kaelen must survive power-hungry noble sects, corrupted sanctuaries, and the monstrous Mythfallen who dwell in the void between time. Epic Fantasy / Cultivation / Dark Progression
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1:The Boy and the Broken Sun

Title: Eclipseborne: The Path of Sovereigns

Volume I: Ashes of the Sky

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Chapter 1: The Boy and the Broken Sun

The bells of Litharion chimed thirteen times—a hollow sound that echoed through the bone-walled alleyways like a dirge. Kaelen Verros paused in the shadows of a crumbling archway, breath shallow, back pressed to the cold stone. The thirteenth bell was a death knell. Somewhere in the city, another child had vanished beneath the flickering sky.

He clutched the rusted blade tighter in his fist.

Today would be his turn.

The Sanctum Guard's footsteps rang sharp against the obsidian cobbles, their halberds etched with runes that pulsed with dull golden light. Above them, the fractured sky convulsed—shards of a broken sun flickering behind pale clouds like an eye blinking open.

Kaelen didn't know what came first: the vanishing sun or the madness. All he knew was that after the Shattering, the world had ceased to be kind.

He slipped out of the alley the moment the guards turned, darting like a shadow across the outer plaza of the Sanctum District. Hood drawn low, body bent low, he threaded through market debris and broken statues—monuments to gods who no longer answered prayers.

And then he felt it.

A pulse.

It wasn't sound, or motion. It was something deeper, as if the marrow in his bones had been stirred. His vision tunneled, colors bleaching to grey as the world bent around a single point: a ruin half-buried beneath the market's western wall.

Something called to him from beneath it.

He should have run. Should have hidden.

Instead, he moved toward it.