Power is fragile.
Destiny is not.
In a realm where the sky itself is split by unseen forces and horizons do not meet, the world has learned to live with division. Kingdoms rise along the fractures, each claiming dominion over a piece of a broken reality. At the center of it all lies a relic whispered about in myth—the Crown of Fractured Horizons.
It is said the crown does not grant power.
It reveals it.
