حين تخط فرشاة الرسم مصير أقوى البلدان
حيث تختلط العبقرية الفذة بصراعات المبادئ
وتعيد فلسفة الأخلاق رؤية مفاهيم المجتمع ومقوماته.
يجعلنا نتساءل، هل الشاب الذي عرفه الناس، على أنه الروح العائدة من الموت، بشري حقا، أم أن هذا ما يدّعيه؟
Prologue: Shattered Mirrors
The year is 1500 AD. The coastal city of Liryan stands as a monument to grandeur and terror. Its ruler, King Sephalius IV, maintains his throne through a ritual of horror known as "The Flower Harvest"—the public execution of dissidents to "purify" the kingdom.
The nightmare began for Visaka at the age of five. He watched in silence as Sephalius drove a spear through his father’s chest and ordered the execution of his mother. Visaka did not cry. His mind fractured, leaving him with eyes described as “shattered mirrors,” perceiving reality in jagged, broken fragments. Spared by the pity of a young soldier named Ares, the boy was exiled to the Great Forest to be devoured by beasts. Instead, he was found by a silent hermit who taught him the art of survival and the power of silence. Years later, discovering the hermit was raising him only to sell him into elite slavery, Visaka burned the sanctuary to the ground and vanished into the shadows, carrying nothing but a single dagger and a soul forged in trauma.
Prologue: Shattered Mirrors
The year is 1500 AD. The coastal city of Liryan stands as a monument to grandeur and terror. Its ruler, King Sephalius IV, maintains his throne through a ritual of horror known as "The Flower Harvest"—the public execution of dissidents to "purify" the kingdom.
The nightmare began for Visaka at the age of five. He watched in silence as Sephalius drove a spear through his father’s chest and ordered the execution of his mother. Visaka did not cry. His mind fractured, leaving him with eyes described as “shattered mirrors,” perceiving reality in jagged, broken fragments. Spared by the pity of a young soldier named Ares, the boy was exiled to the Great Forest to be devoured by beasts. Instead, he was found by a silent hermit who taught him the art of survival and the power of silence. Years later, discovering the hermit was raising him only to sell him into elite slavery, Visaka burned the sanctuary to the ground and vanished into the shadows, carrying nothing but a single dagger and a soul forged in trauma.
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