The Loom Weaver
Orbis is riven in three: Valdor wages war with rivers of blood, Aurum barters in cold numerals that never sleep, Aethelgard kneels in endless prayer, whispers rising like incense to an indifferent sky.
At its heart reigns Zero Point City—a gilded cage beneath the Tether, a towering spire that drains the essence of mortals, distilling their fleeting lives into Ambrosia, the immortal nectar savored by the Gods enthroned beyond the clouds.
The Grand Design—a calendar exalted as the banner of liberty. Yet are we truly free, or merely marionettes swaying on threads unseen? Every second meted out, every choice weighed on invisible scales, every destiny portioned like crumbs to the starving.
Wynter Ash awakens bereft of memory, hurled upon the throne of Grand Praetor, his very flesh freezing from within—ice crawling through veins like a silent curse. Before him, four sovereigns hone their blades in shadowed silence. Behind him, a council of the exiled—each as fractured, each as scarred.
His fate balances on a single question: is the Grand Design a tapestry already woven by an unseen hand, its threads immutable and eternal, or merely blank pages awaiting the defiant tear, the bold rewrite, and the blaze that births new ash?
Genres: Sci-Fi Fantasy, Political, School Life, Mystery, Action.
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