The world had not always known the Voidborne. It had not always known power in its purest, most destructive form. It had not always trembled under the weight of a shadow that could twist the fabric of reality itself.
Long before the first whispers of Kieran Veyron were spoken in the quiet corners of Eldoria, there was a man—no, a god—whose name was a legend, a myth, and a curse.
Sylas Veyron.
Born of an era that had forgotten the taste of peace, Sylas was the first of his kind—the first Voidborne. But unlike those who followed, he was not a mere vessel of darkness. He was its creator, its master, its god. A being of unparalleled power, he bent the very essence of existence to his will. He could bring life from death, bend time with a thought, and shatter mountains with a mere glance.
He was the savior of his time, the one who stopped a catastrophe from annihilating the world—a crisis so vast, so unimaginable, that even the gods themselves feared it. Sylas had fought with no weapon but his will, no army but the power of his blood. He had sealed away the storm that threatened the skies, calmed the chaos beneath the earth, and extinguished the fire of the dying sun.
And then, just as quietly as he had risen, he vanished.
The world forgot him.
But not the shadows.
Not the echoes of the power he had left behind.
And not the ones who came after him.
Eldoria - The Present
A young man with eyes like burning embers walks alone through the village. His steps are heavy, his presence unwelcome. Kieran Veyron, the last son of the Veyron name, bears the weight of a legacy that he does not understand—a legacy tainted by whispers of the Voidborne. His black hair, his red eyes, and his connection to the man who saved the world and then disappeared, are all that define him.
But to those around him, Kieran is not a hero. He is a symbol of fear, a reminder of the unknown, the dangerous, the uncontrollable. The people of Eldoria whisper behind closed doors, casting their judgment from the safety of their homes. Kieran is an outsider in a world that never asked for him.
But Kieran is more than they know.
He is the last of the Veyrons, the bloodline of a forgotten god. And the shadows that once followed his grandfather now stir beneath his feet. They whisper of a fate that cannot be avoided—a destiny bound to the fragments of a weapon, a dagger broken by a god and now scattered across the world.
Kieran's journey will not be one of redemption.
It will be one of discovery.
Of power.
Of blood.
Of a past he cannot escape.
And in the end, the world will learn that the Voidborne were never meant to be forgotten.
They were always meant to return.