In a world fractured by ancient wars and shattered skybound cities, Orin—an ordinary young man from the quiet village of Ervenholt—discovers he is the last of a long-lost line of Skyborn, a group of powerful beings tied to the anchors that once held the heavens in place.

When a mysterious force known as the Hollow Star begins to stir, threatening to unmake reality itself, Orin’s life is thrown into chaos. Along with the enigmatic scholar Kaelen and the fierce warrior Mira, he embarks on a journey to uncover forgotten truths, face ancient enemies, and repair the broken anchors that could hold the sky together—or tear it apart forever.

Their journey takes them through forgotten realms, across the deadly Black Waste, and into the heart of the floating city of Nahl’Karai, a place where the laws of time and memory have unraveled. Along the way, Orin must confront his own past, which is intertwined with the very destruction they’re trying to prevent.

But the Hollow Star is not the only power they must contend with. The Order of the Veil, a mysterious faction seeking to control the fate of the world, is hunting them, intent on using Orin’s power to shape the future for their own purposes.

In a race against time, Orin must choose whether to restore the anchors and face the Hollow Star—or destroy it once and for all, risking the unraveling of everything. As secrets from the past resurface, Orin’s true name, his true purpose, and the fate of the forgotten sky will be revealed.

They ran—not over ground, but through will. Each step was resistance. Each breath defiance.


The Sovereign towered above them, its limbs stretching like thoughts unraveling. The closer they came, the more reality distorted. Space bent. Time faltered. Orin saw echoes of himself flicker alongside him—versions that never held the Skybrand, versions that never survived.


"Don't look sideways!" Eryssa yelled. "The Void offers ghosts! Don't accept them!"


Mira's fire flickered as she stumbled past the image of her sister—alive, unharmed, laughing in a sunlit garden that never existed. "It's not real," she whispered, dragging her eyes forward. "Not real. Not real!"


Kaelen cried out as wind screamed in reverse around him. His body bent, his form flickered—but the Gale-Warden inside him held. He roared back into place, his breath steadying as he shouted, "NOW!"


Orin gritted his teeth and lifted the Skybrand high. His flame was no longer just light—it was memory made manifest. He thought not of power, but promise. Of every oath made to those who could no longer fight. He surged forward with Eryssa at his side.


The air collapsed. Not wind, but the very idea of air. It sucked thought from the mind.


Eryssa plunged the Blade of Memory into the Sovereign's surface.


Mira's runes burned into its shadowflesh.


Kaelen's wind split the Void around them.


The Sovereign screamed—a silence so deep, it cracked the shape of existence. A shockwave ripped outward. The Outliers howled in panic. For the first time, they feared.


And then—the Sovereign began to bleed.


Light spilled from it—images, sounds, echoes: a child laughing, a star being born, a song hummed in the ruins of a war. It poured out as though it had stolen the memories of worlds—and now they returned.


Orin cried out as his own lost moments came back to him in bursts.


Eryssa stood over the Sovereign, her blade embedded to the hilt. "Now," she said, voice hard. "This is the moment. One strike more."


The Sovereign raised a final limb, trembling.


And Orin drove the flame through its core.


And light, for the first time in this place, stayed.


Chapter 33 - Chapter 33: The Charge Into Unbeing