The world once burned beneath banners of gold and crimson.
Empires rose, legends fell, and the heavens themselves trembled before the Spirit of War — Kael Varion, the immortal who carried the will of battle in his veins.
He was not born; he was forged.
When the gods first wove the Loom of Magic, they spun into it seven spirits — embodiments of creation, destruction, and balance. Kael was the seventh — the blade in human form, the storm that ended eras.
But all storms fade.
When the final war ended, and silence fell across the continents, Kael sealed his own essence away. The Spirit of War had no place in a world that sought peace. His name became myth — his deeds, forgotten songs.
A thousand years later, peace began to rot.
Magic no longer flowed purely through the Loom. The sky cracked with black light. Spirits twisted into beasts. And within the Ardentis Academy — the highest citadel of magic — a new student was about to arrive.
A boy with no past.
A boy whose blood sang like the clash of a thousand swords.
A boy whose eyes carried the reflection of ancient battlefields.
The Spirit of War had awakened once more…
and this time, the world would not survive him.