Long ago, before the Great Fall shattered the balance of the cosmos, two mighty powers ruled the heavens.
The Star Council, guardians of the Forty-Nine Stellar Gates, kept the boundaries between the Eleven Planetary Realms. They were judges, rulers, and protectors of cosmic law.
The Sky Council, feared throughout the Milky Way, commanded immense armies and devastating artillery. Their domain included the Nine Giants — the worlds humans now call the Solar System.
Their war was legendary, a conflict that nearly consumed entire galaxies.
Centuries passed. Humanity endured. By the year 2023, Earth had evolved into a planet of thriving crops, glass towers, and orbital colonies. Homes now reached across the Moon, connected by shimmering bridges of light.
And I was born into this new age.
My name is Paul Love. I am twelve years old, though my size often surprises everyone — standing at three meters tall, a product of advanced genetic engineering designed for survival in extreme conditions. My bright blue eyes, short brown hair, and cherubic cheeks give a misleading softness; people underestimate me at first glance.
I live inside a Dome Beam, a colossal habitat that draws oxygen from space, sustaining over twenty thousand people at once. Within these domes, humans travel planets, explore moons, and even venture into the astral realms.
Many believe the Star Council and Sky Council are mere myths, legends passed down to explain the cosmos.
They are not.
And the truth is about to return.
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