They said the mountains were sleeping. For centuries, the jagged peaks of the Naduu Mountains stood untouched, wrapped in mist so thick even sunlight feared entering. On the night the skies split open, Elena knew something was wrong. The winds screamed through the trees as if warning the world to run. The earth trembled beneath her feet. Something ancient had awakened. And when her child was born, silence fell across the entire valley. They named him Patheus. But before dawn, the elders had already begun whispering of an old prophecy… one buried so deeply that even speaking its words was forbidden. When the child of the broken sky draws breath, the gates of Jaq’tak shall stir once more. Years later, Patheus would learn the truth. There was something inside him. Something powerful. Now the fate of kingdoms, ancient wars, and a world standing on the edge of ruin rests in the hands of a boy who was never meant to exist. Patheus was born to awaken the end.