Seven centuries after the Hallowstar, some awaken as Ascendants—long-lived, fast-healing, yet still mortal because each is bound to a hidden Anchor. From the shadows, an unseen founder called Axis guides a nameless order that keeps Asterra steady with ledgers before knives—auditing markets, rotating Anchors into vaults, and stepping in only when Riftlands and power-hungry factions threaten collapse. Across centuries, the Hallow Ascent climbs from Dawn toward the whispered Starborn, each rung a costly leap—and Axis decides when mercy ends.