PROLOGUE
Fifteen hundred years ago, the world was one.
Humans, Fae, Mages, Elementals, and Gyents shared the same sky bound by peace and the heartbeat of the earth itself. Each race was gifted with a purpose: the Mages to guide, the Fae to protect, the Elementals to balance, and the Gyents to defend. Together, they thrived.
Until the Gyents changed.
No one knew why. Some said the stars whispered madness into their dreams. Others claimed a shadowed god had cursed their blood. But one by one, the Gyents turned from guardians to monsters. They began to hunt those they once vowed to protect crushing villages, and burning forests to ash.Terror spread like wildfire.
The other races united, desperate to stop the destruction. Under the command of the High Sorcerer, Karamon Valen, they forged a plan to imprison the fallen giants forever. From the blood of all five species, they created a stone of binding a relic so powerful that even time itself bowed before it.
With ancient words and forbidden magic, they raised a barrier of light and storm, trapping the Gyents within their own realm a wasteland that became known as the Forsaken North.
To protect the world from ever facing that horror again, they sealed the stone deep within human lands, where no magic flowed, and no mage could find it. The spell was sealed with blood and shadow, guarded by enchantments that could not be broken by mortal hands.
And so, the world forgot.
Generations passed. The Gyents became myth. The stone became a story.
But deep beneath the silence of the earth… the barrier began to tremble.
PRESENT.
The night was not meant to bleed.
Yet crimson lightning tore through the clouds, painting the sky like a wound that refused to close.
Across the northern borders, mountains trembled old, heavy, and alive. The wind howled, thick with the scent of stone dust and stormfire. Then, for the first time in fifteen hundred years, a sound broke through the silence of the Forsaken North.
A heartbeat.
Slow. Deep. Ancient.
The barrier that had imprisoned the Gyents began to shiver. Cracks spread through the invisible wall like veins of light, glowing with colors no human eye had ever seen.
From within, something moved.
A shadow as tall as towers, skin like midnight stone, eyes burning gold. One… then another. Then dozens.
The Gyents had awoken.
Their roars echoed through the realms a thunder that carried across oceans and mountains, reaching even the lands of men. Animals fled. Rivers trembled. Magic pulsed weakly in the air, as if the world itself remembered its oldest fear.
And far away in the quiet human lands where magic had long been forgotten a girl awoke with a scream.
She didn't know why her chest burned.
She didn't know why her veins glowed faintly in the dark.
She only knew that something had broken not just in the sky, but inside her.