Prologue: The Wheel of Existence
Before matter took form, before kingdoms were raised, and long before blood stained the continent of Vasteria, the Universe was already being watched.
Above the fabric of reality—where past, present, and future collided within an infinite abyss—stood the supreme entity.
He was the God of Time, Space, and Destiny, the very incarnation of the Wheel that governed all existence.
His form was an anomaly both terrifying and sacred: a colossal living mechanism known as the Wheel of Destiny.
Its structure consisted of twelve massive arms, their hands intertwined in an eternal circle. At the center of each palm rested a living eye—twelve ancient irises that watched over every age, every birth, and every agonizing breath that echoed throughout the cosmos.
At the absolute center of those intertwined hands opened a vast and grotesque mouth, filled with rows of blade-sharp teeth capable of crushing entire timelines.
Suspended by two chains of black, indestructible links above an ebony disk pulsed the Heart of Existence—the primordial source that dictated the rhythm of life and death.
The Vision of the Chosen
From within that timeless darkness, the entity gazed upon the mortal world, where empires would rise and fall amid wars, intrigues, and rivers of blood.
The twelve eyes embedded within the intertwined hands blinked in perfect synchronization as they fixed their gaze upon a single point in the vast tapestry of destiny.
The invisible gears of time clicked into motion.
The central mouth slowly opened, releasing a deep echo that made space itself tremble.
The Wheel gazed upon two chosen ones.
Two lives.
Two destinies.
Two existences that, when they finally collided, would forever change the course of the world.
