Prologue: Echoes of a Shattered Realm

  Before the nameless child fell like a star’s tear upon the young land of Nexus, before the ancient willow stretched out its wise roots to cradle him, and even before the first spark of magic danced in the heart of this newborn world—there was Nova Elysia.

  In that ethereal realm, where constellations bloomed like gardens and rivers flowed with the light of nebulas, the gods walked among mortals infused with wonder. They were beings of ineffable power, weavers of reality, whose emotions painted the dawns and whose quarrels made the cosmos tremble. Their civilization flourished in cosmic harmony, a tapestry of light and sound where creation was a constant act of divine will.

  But like every star, Nova Elysia carried within its core the seed of its own destruction. A silent discord, like an invisible crack in a perfect crystal, began to spread among the gods. Their visions of the future grew clouded, their songs of creation turned dissonant, and harmony fractured into a chorus of jealousy and forgotten ambition.

  Then came the Cataclysm. It was not a war of thunder and lightning, but a silent implosion—a disintegration of the very fabric of their realm. Light collapsed inward, time bent and broke, and Nova Elysia shattered, scattering its fragments through the vast emptiness.

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  From the ruins of divinity were born the World Fragments. Islands of reality drifting in the dimensional lapse, each preserving echoes of the power and essence of the fallen realm. Some were desolate wastelands, steeped in eternal sorrow; others, lush gardens where primordial magic still thrived; and still others, cosmic prisons for the shadows born of divine discord.

  In the heart of this residual chaos, the fragments of divine souls wandered—conscious echoes of a glorious past. One such fragment, small and inert, was Cor Alen Aetheria. His journey through the void was a cosmic slumber, a dreamless sleep across eons of distorted time.

  Meanwhile, in a forgotten corner of the universe, a young planet named Nexus was beginning its magical awakening. Bathed in the light of newborn stars and caressed by elemental winds, life struggled to take root in its virgin soil. Unbeknownst to it, Nexus would become a point of convergence—a place where echoes of divine past and promises of an unexplored future would intertwine with the destiny of a child born from the fragmentation of a godly realm.

  And so, long before his name was ever whispered in the winds of Nexus, the curse of a fragmented origin already loomed over the nameless one—a silent legacy awaiting its awakening in a world that did not yet know its true history.