There is a war older than time itself—one that does not end, only resets. A struggle woven into the fabric of existence, where light and shadow clash in an eternal game neither can win. The Arks, bearers of divine creation, build and rebuild across the stars. The Abyss, the void between all things, unravels their work, consuming without remorse. At the center of this conflict is a being long thought lost. A warrior neither fully one nor the other. A name spoken in whispered legend. A soul bound to the turning of the wheel, forever drawn back into the fray. His name is spoken in reverence and in fear. Savior. Betrayer. A force of nature shaped by war, yet shackled by a fate he never chose. He was the last to stand before the Abyss—and when the darkness finally fell silent, he vanished with it. For seventy years, that silence has held. The Abyss, once unstoppable, has not advanced—frozen, as if its hunger had been momentarily sated. But stillness is not peace. It is the hush before the storm. And now, something stirs. Kira, a shrine maiden, dreams of a name she has never spoken. Of eyes staring back from the void. Of something reaching for her from the darkness. The whispers grow louder, pulling her toward the place where the sky once broke—where a long-lost moon should not rise. A single step forward. A choice made without knowing why. A path none have walked and lived to remember. A path that will lead her to an ancient monolith, a sealed fate, and a power that defies reason. A path that will lead her to him. For the past is never truly past.The Abyss is never truly silent.And some names are never meant to be forgotten.