In a world where the gods are worshipped and their names carved into every temple, no one speaks of the Angels. Not because they never existed — but because something, or someone, made sure they were forgotten.
Kaël is a seventeen-year-old boy from a dying village on the edge of the known world. Unremarkable. Poor. The kind of person history forgets. But when a strange sigil burns itself into his palm during a blood moon, he begins hearing a voice — ancient, tired, and desperate — whispering a single word:
Remember.
Hunted by the Church of the Eternal Flame, who will kill anyone who digs too close to the buried truth, Kaël flees into the Ashen Wastes — a cursed land said to be where the Angels fell. There, beneath layers of ash and silence, he discovers something impossible:
An Angel, still alive. Chained. Forgotten by the world but not yet dead.
Her name is Seraveth. And she tells Kaël that the gods he was raised to worship didn't create the world.
They stole it.