Before realms merged into sync.
Before Chaos and Order took root in space and time.
Before the Seven Seals created the void huntersāthere were the Architects.
Beings between nothing and everything.
Existence that could never be defined by words alone.
They scattered the crumbs of Order and Chaos across still-forming realms, and nobody believed the myth.
For millennia, the story was told to children as a bedtime fable. A warning. A tale with no teeth.
Until the crumbs fell.
Across every realmāincluding the Realm of Dragonsāabilities beyond reason began to surface. Farmers woke with the power to command fire. Scholars found ancient languages carved into their minds. Soldiers developed strength that cracked stone.
Myths became weapons. Stories became survival.
But not everyone who received a crumb was worthy. Some were consumed by the power. Others were hunted for it. And a secret war beganāone that would last for centuries, fought in shadows, remembered by no one.
Until now.
A scorned boy from the farthest branch of the Dragon Empire royal family would discover just how heavy a forgotten legend can be.
His name was Varyan of House Roverc.
And his story begins with a boring speech
[Authors notes]
I just wanted everyone to know that this is my first work this is my first work .
To whoever is reading thank you for giving it a try
-Yang_retro