Once, the celestial city of Veyloria shimmered atop the Skyspire, its golden spires reflecting the eternal dawn. Now, only ruins remain—shattered glass, crumbling towers, and an eerie silence where laughter once echoed. The sky, once painted in hues of violet and gold, is now an endless storm, crackling with unnatural energy. At the heart of the devastation stands Vaelthar, the Tyrant of Time, his gaze hollow, his hands clutching the Chronoshard, the artifact that broke the flow of existence ...

Once, the celestial city of Veyloria shimmered atop the Skyspire, its golden spires reflecting the eternal dawn. Now, only ruins remain—shattered glass, crumbling towers, and an eerie silence where laughter once echoed. The sky, once painted in hues of violet and gold, is now an endless storm, crackling with unnatural energy. At the heart of the devastation stands Vaelthar, the Tyrant of Time, his gaze hollow, his hands clutching the Chronoshard, the artifact that broke the flow of existence ...