They say that at the beginning of the world, there was neither light nor shadow, but a single Story.One unfinished.One that could only be spoken once and never completely.Stories gave birth to kingdoms.They forged heroes and monsters, dreams and oblivion.But every story came with a price.And that price was always hidden in the echowhere only the Keepers were allowed to walk.Time has fractured many times since then.Pages scattered in the wind, in hearts, in forgetfulness.With the Passing of the Shadow, when fire burned the words from the skies and blood was bound by a silent vow, one final Story was written... and then torn from the world.No one was allowed to read it.No one except the one who had once been witness and judge, traitor and chosen.Elian.