The novel was never finished.
The author stopped writing, but the world did not stop existing.
Cities remained standing without purpose. Laws continued to function without direction. Even the gods stayed silent, as if waiting for words that would never arrive.
Time moved forward inside a story that had already been abandoned.
And somewhere within that unfinished world, a child was born—
not as a chosen one,
not as a savior,
but as something the story had never prepared for.
His name was Ashaloin.
And his existence would force the world to continue… or finally collapse.