WHISPERS OF ETERNITY

eyond, faint and desperate. This realm, suspended between existence and oblivion, was his prison-a place where the echoes of fo

time. Once vibrant and whole, Entheria was now fractured, scarred by centuries of war and neglect. Its people had forgotten the old gods, relying instead on amb

ing through the boy's dreams. "Bearer

ke a single strand of silk. Yet it was enough. The Whispering Flame, the source of all creation, had

force, it pulsed with malice, sensing Eryndor's efforts. It laugh

istortion of light and sound. "The Flame will b

ower, once limitless, was now a faint ember.

ablaze with golden fire, its roots spreading across the universe. At its base, the boy stood, clutching a shard of lig

sense of unease. But the seeds had been sown. The Whispering Fl