The novel was never finished.
The author stopped writing, but the world refused to end.
Cities remained where they had always stood. Kingdoms continued to rise and fall. The seasons changed. History marched forward.
Even the gods remained silent, as though waiting for words that would never be written.
Time continued to flow through a story that had already been abandoned.
Somewhere within that unfinished world, a child was born.
Not as the chosen one.
Not as a savior.
Not even as a villain.
He was never meant to exist.
His name was Ashloin En Sarger.
And his existence would force the story to move forward...
...or bring the unfinished world to its end.