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He woke in a cave that had no sky. No name. No mercy.
Korran Vale doesn't remember who sealed him away beneath the earth-only that something sacred was ripped from him. Centuries later, he walks among steel towers and flickering screens, feeding on blood and silence, his name taken, his past erased. The spiral on his hand, once a bond, begins to burn again. Not as a curse-but as a call.
Somewhere out there, the one he was bound to-Lysaria, the ancient soul who shaped the vow that made him-still lingers. Trapped. Forgotten. Fading.
In a world that traded magic for machines, Korran builds an empire in the shadows, not to rule, but to search. Artifacts whisper to him. Forgotten gods begin to stir. And buried beneath cities and memory lies a war older than time-one forged by betrayal, sealed by love, and broken by fear.
He does not remember her name.
But the ache in his chest does.
And the spiral is waking.