They speak of heroes born anew, armed with foresight, destined to mend what once was broken. Myths tell of spirits sent back through time, gifted with the chance to carve a brighter future. Such tales are merely whispers carried on the wind, fragile hopes in a world perpetually reset by the arcane disaster known as the 'Cycle of Thorns'. Kaelen knows better. He is the Archivist of Broken Suns, not a hero, but a living testament to every single failure. Cursed with 'Aon's Burden', he awakens in each new iteration of Aerthos, his mind a catastrophic library of countless past lives, every mistake, every triumph turned to ash. He has witnessed empires rise and crumble, prophecies fail, and brave souls fall a thousand thousand times. This is not a chronicle of salvation, but a melancholic account of enduring futility, a deep breath drawn before another desperate, familiar plunge into the abyss. He remembers every broken sun, and this time, he'll just try to survive it.
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