In the city of Karyon Sol, one of the divine capitals of Aetherion, a child was born—not through divine decree, nor mortal bond, but summoned by the Collective Wills.
His name: Zaryel Caelestis Azarion.
He was different. Born of god-flesh, devil-fire, and celestial structure—an impossible bloodline. He wasn't supposed to exist.
Yet he did.
His parents were kept secret. Some said he was a weapon. Others whispered he was a key—a variable introduced by the cosmos to prevent stagnation.
But while others fought, Zaryel grew. Quiet. Observant. Powerful. His aura bent space before he even learned to walk. He could hear the stars humming lullabies and the screams of imprisoned demons echoing from across the planes.
He didn't like it.
So, he left.
The Incident
One day, during the 8th Convergence War—when the gods and devils nearly tore the Devas' continent of Val'Arak in two—Zaryel interfered. Without permission. Without warning.
He silenced both armies.
With a single sentence.
