Deva.
He simply opened his eyes.
He had no family, no past, no reflection in still water. The monks of the Silent Peak found him as an infant, wrapped in a cloak woven from nightshade silk, a single obsidian shard clutched in his tiny fist. The shard hummed with a frequency that made the elder monks’ bones ache. They called it Karmic Echo —a fragment of the very weapon that had shattered the continent. Deva Intro
“They took the… second fragment,” Seran whispered. “They will try to remake the Devastat. You must find the others first. Not to wield. To unmake .” The monks of the Silent Peak found him
Not men, but Shades —spectral remnants of the Devastat’s original sin, bound to serve the surviving warlords who still hoarded the other fragments of the Karmic Echo. They moved between heartbeats. Their blades were forged from silence itself. “They took the… second fragment,” Seran whispered
The Shade wept. Then it vanished, finally at peace.