There are three known systems of power in the world.
And all of them are incomplete.
First—Aethercraft.
The manipulation of raw magical energy through will, discipline, and knowledge. Practiced by kingdoms like Velmora, it follows rules.
Rules that can be broken.
Second—Divinity.
Power granted by higher entities—gods, forgotten beings, or remnants of creation itself. This power demands obedience.
And punishes doubt.
Third—The Unwritten.
No one teaches it.
No one records it.
Because those who discover it—
Do not remain.
Gideon stood before Azael Veyr, unknowingly stepping beyond all three.
"You exist outside the system," Azael said, observing him like one studies an anomaly.
"That makes you dangerous."
Gideon clenched his fists. "Then why haven't you destroyed me?"
Azael's smile widened slightly.
"Because I did not come to destroy you."
The ground beneath them warped, reality bending like soft fabric under unseen hands.
"I came to correct you."
The creature beside Gideon dissolved instantly, its form unraveling into nothing as if it had never existed.
No resistance.
No trace.
Gideon's eyes widened.
"You erased it…"
Azael tilted his head.
"It had no purpose anymore."
Silence.
Then—
Gideon stepped forward.
"And what's mine?"
For the first time—
Azael paused.
Not long.
But enough.
"…That," he said quietly.
"Is what I intend to find out."