VEILBOUND

Chapter Zero: The Sundering

On the Night of Falling Glass,
the sky learned to bleed.

For ten thousand years the Veil hung above Eryndor, a lattice of living light woven by the Six Architects to keep the Dark Between from the world. Empires rose beneath its glow and never once asked what it held back. Then, in a single breathless night, the Veil shattered. Its shards fell as burning rain, and where they touched mortal flesh, they did not kill. They chose.

You are Veilbound: marked by a splinter of dead divinity, able to wield the Disciplines of a broken age. Kingdoms court you. Cults hunt you. Skyships chase the falling glass across three continents, and every shard that lands rewrites the war.

And beneath the ruined throne of the world, the first of your kind is waking. The Hollow King gave his soul to the Dark Between and was crowned by it. He believes the world is a wound, and he intends to close it, with everyone still inside.