In the world of Kaelith, magic and technology are not opposites but complements. The magical system is based on Aether, an omnipresent substance visible only to sensitives, which can be shaped through Heart Circles: mystical symbols formed directly in the soul and activated by genuine emotion. The more intense the feeling, the stronger the Circle.
Each person is born with a unique set of Circles, invisible to the naked eye but perceptible to Flame Masters. Natural affinity—fire, ice, wind, shadow, light, or rarer types like illusion or gravity—determines the nature of these Circles, but life experience makes them truly powerful.
Technology, on the other hand, is powered by Arkonite, an intelligent mineral discovered centuries ago, capable of amplifying magical abilities or operating autonomously in artificial neural networks. The most powerful mage-technicians integrate Arkonite into their bodies, becoming hybrid beings known as Synergon.
Kael, however, is an anomaly. His Solar Magic has no natural origin—it is an ancient gift, granted by the first Guardian of Light, an entity long lost in sacred texts. His Circles are engraved in his heart itself, formed from pain and hope, pulsing like living stars. They activate not through words, but pure intention. Every time Kael surpasses a limit, his Circles evolve, allowing the Flame of the Heart to grow.
The world's mythology speaks of the Seven Sources, primordial entities from which magic and chaos were born. One of them, Azakar the Unfathomable, was sealed beneath the city of Babylon, now known as the Screaming City. Legend says the last Emperor of Light fell there, consumed by his own power while trying to stop a demon's rise.
Kael knows this story well. Not just out of duty... but vengeance.
Many years ago, Kael watched his family destroyed before his eyes. Their names are buried deep in his heart like burning blades. Their killer? Beelzebuth, the Black King of Babylon—a being no longer human, consumed by hatred and thirst for power. Kael swore vengeance, but never let it corrupt him. He learned to master his rage, channeling it into his training, into the long years spent in the deserts of the Archons, the sacred mountains of Nihal, where he learned to bend light and shadow to his will.
But Babylon awaits. The Screaming City does not forget. And neither does Kael.
The wind carried an ancient, broken song, as if the mountain itself whispered it through its crevices. Kael, kneeling between two natural columns of black stone, breathed deeply, his chest glowing faintly as his Heart Circles danced silently beneath his skin.
His training, guided by a blind monk named Aoran, was as harsh as the stone he knelt on. Each day the old man taught him not to fight, but to feel—to perceive the balance between destruction and compassion. The Circles fed on his determination, slowly evolving into ever more intricate forms.
"The sun does not burn out of hatred," Aoran would say, striking the rock with a staff to emphasize each word, "it burns because it knows no other way. But you can choose."
Kael listened, even when his heart boiled with the desire for justice. It wasn't just rage. It was the void left by Beelzebuth—the echo of broken laughter, the stolen caress of a lost mother, the cold face of an older brother. The past was a demon that walked beside him.
Yet in that void, his light was born.
As night fell on the peak, Kael raised his katana—long and slender, forged with lunar steel and liquid shadows. Its blade didn't just reflect light—it distorted it, a tangible echo of his duality. In his right hand, he summoned the Sun. A golden sphere, pure and pulsing like a living heart, illuminated everything around him, while in his left, darkness flowed from the blade like a calm yet lethal river.
He had not yet found the Screaming City. No map marked its existence, no guide spoke of it openly. His most trusted contacts only whispered fragmented tales, myths confused between reality and legend. Babylon had become a murmur in the shadows, a living myth hidden in the cracks of the world.
Kael knew that to find it, he would have to cross forgotten lands, question ancient beings, and risk his spirit more than once again. But his mission was clear: find Babylon, uncover its secrets, and end Beelzebuth's reign of darkness.
With his eyes lifted to the stars, he rose.
The journey had only just begun.