Long before kingdoms raised their banners or dragons carved paths across the skies, the world of Ellindor was shaped by the primordials. When the powerful beings vanished without a trace, fragments of their divine power crystallized into seven World Hearts, each hidden deep underground within a different kingdom. These ancient Hearts breathed life into the land itself—forests awakened, oceans sang, mountains remembered, and the skies carried islands upon endless winds. Every spell cast, every dragon born, every fairy’s light, and every whisper of the forest could be traced back to the pulse of a World Heart. As long as the Hearts endured, Ellindor flourished. Yet beneath the peace, kingdoms schemed for power, monsters crept from forgotten ruins, and hunters stole magical beings from their homes to be sold in hidden markets.

Hidden beneath layers of enchanted stone, a secret laboratory known only by the codename Project Genesis had spent decades chasing an impossible dream. Using forbidden magic, dragon blood, ancient elven lineage, celestial essence, and countless other magical traits harvested from creatures across Ellindor, its creators sought to forge a vessel worthy of becoming the rebirth of the Forgotten God. They did not create a child—they forged a weapon. A being who would sleep for centuries until the day the kingdoms required a living god of war. Until.. it awoke.

Alarms were rung, metal was melted. Caele destroyed everything. No one survived. The world had no idea. He was the product of various mythical creatures magical traits mashed together. A duplicate of a god. He wandered off aimlessly into the forest, accidentally mistaken for a chimera he was captured. He found himself in an underground slave auction. Shackled and caged with enchanted steel. He had an extremely blank cold face.