Deep in the Hollow Beyond, where light forgets to shine and time itself dares not tread, a throne of bone and brimstone rises above a sea of screaming shadows.
The sky here is black glass, split with lightning that bleeds. The ground roils with fire that has never cooled. This is not a realm of the damned.
It is the realm of their king.
And he is waking.
Ashen-Kai.
The Worldburner.
The Chaos Unbound.
The godless, the defier, the one even the celestial orders dare not name aloud.
He sits upon his throne, carved from the spines of fallen titans, a crown of iron fused to the charred flesh of his skull. His eyes burn not with flame, but with voidfire—a light that devours light. When he exhales, stars die. When he stirs, empires falter.
He is the first flame that broke Heaven’s gates.
