The night was cold.

Mist slithered between the broken stones of the ruined town, swallowing the twisted remains of once-proud buildings.

Aeron Veylen walked alone.

His black cloak clung to him as the wind howled like a dying beast.

He didn’t flinch. He was used to fear... used to being alone.

Ever since he could remember, Aeron had always heard them—

whispers.

Soft, sorrowful voices no one else could hear.

"Save us..."

"Find me..."

"You must remember..."

Tonight, the voices were louder. Hungrier.

He stepped over a collapsed fountain when the ground shuddered beneath his boots.

Cracks split the earth.

From the broken stones, a massive figure rose.

A monstrous beast — stitched from shadows and broken souls.

Six burning red eyes.

A crown of twisted bone.

And from its gaping mouth, it roared Aeron's name.

> "AERON VEYLEN... THE ONE WHO BECAME OUR HOPE... OR OUR DOOM..."

Aeron froze — heart pounding — but something inside him stirred.

The monster charged.

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Without thinking, Aeron drew the small, battered dagger he always carried.

Tiny against the giant monster.

But he stood his ground.

The beast swung its massive claw —

Aeron jumped back, narrowly avoiding death.

Another roar.

Another charge.

This time, Aeron couldn't dodge.

The claw slammed into him — throwing him across the broken plaza — slamming him into a wall.

Pain exploded in his chest.

Blood dripped from his mouth.

He heard the whispers again.

This time, desperate.

"Wake up, Aeron..."

"You are more than you know..."

The cold around him changed.

The mist thickened, curling like living fingers.

Suddenly, his right eye burned — searing with fire and ice.

He screamed —

And when he opened his eyes —

One eye was black.

The other glowed electric blue.

Around his wrist, a broken chain shimmered into existence.

Forged from spiritlight.

Alive.

The Soulweaver’s Chain.

The artifact hidden inside his bloodline.

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The beast roared again, charging for the final blow.

But Aeron moved like lightning — his chain lashing out, wrapping around the monster’s massive arm.

The chain tightened —

The monster shrieked —

And with a fierce tug, Aeron ripped the soul straight from its monstrous body.

The beast crumbled into dust.

Gone.

Only a faint shimmer remained.

A glowing figure knelt before him —

A knight, clad in spectral armor, sadness etched across his ghostly face.

> "Thank you... Soulweaver... My regrets... My story... are now yours..."

Aeron staggered.

Light flooded into his body.

A memory not his own.

A pain not his own.

A power not his own.

The knight’s last wish —

his strength —

his sorrow —

became part of Aeron.

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[You Gained!]

Artifact: Spiritblade Pendant

Skill: Phantom Slash (cut enemies from a distance!)

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Breathing hard, Aeron looked at his hands.

"What... have I become?"

Before he could think further —

a distant scream echoed across the ruins.

Someone was in danger.

Without hesitation, Aeron raced toward the sound.

Maybe...

Just maybe...

he wasn't alone anymore.

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Chapter 1 End!

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[Coming Next:]

✨ Chapter 2: "Meeting Kaela — the Silver Knight"

Here is the character, Aeron Veylen!

he has messy black hair, one black eye, one glowing blue, silver chains in the arms, standing in a ruined, misty city

He likes chocolate very much