Doom's age

"Not all strength roars. Some endures. Some simply remain." In a modern world of spirit circuits and sky-splitting techniques, Lucien Valehart was born without brilliance. No swordlight. No resonance. No glory. To all others, he is nothing. But to the quiet within, he is becoming. While the world rushes forward, he stands still. While others burn bright and fall fast, he endures. Every hardship—fuel. Every silence—sacred. Every breath—an ascension. "When you are no longer chasing the heavens… the heavens begin to fear you." He walks the forgotten path. He is not seen. He is not heard. But he will be known.