In the deepest part of the Void, something ancient opened its eyes.
A throne of silence.
Chains wrapped around existence.
A figure sat—her face veiled in night, her fingers stitched with threads of fate.
> "The Void Sovereign walks again," she said. "The one who broke the heavens and survived oblivion."
Her name was once known only in myth:
Nyhara, the Weaver of Endings.
And she had waited eons for one thing:
> "Let him grow strong. Let him gather his allies. Then we will see… if Heaven Breaker is worthy of breaking me."