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Born of Nothing, Bound for Everything

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Raised in filth. Sharpened by blood. Tempered by loneliness. Kael Riven walks into the Imperial Academy — a nameless boy among heirs and prodigies. In a world where aura and magic are divided by blood and fate, he is an impossibility. Born to no house. Bound to no master. He fights not for glory, but for survival. Beside him stands Lucien Thorne — the Crown Prince, the empire’s prodigal son, the mage who was never meant to lose. When their clash of magic and aura shakes the heavens, the empire turns its gaze to them both. But neither titles, nor crowns, nor ancient prophecies can contain the chaos they awaken. For the first time, the world will realize: The greatest threat is not who sits the throne — But who dares to challenge the sky itself. Some storms are born of silence. And some kings are crowned in scars. They thought humanity’s fate was already written. They forgot to account for the ones Born of Nothing, Bound for Everything.
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