In the tiered world of Elysiar, where every soul is recorded within the Scroll of Fate, Aetherion reigns as the God of the Sky — sovereign of the heavens, keeper of divine law, and the one who ensures that fate never falters.

Born from the first light that split chaos from eternity, he was not made to feel, only to rule.

As the bearer of the Scroll of Fate, he sees all — life, death, love, betrayal. And yet, he is cursed:

'The one you love... shall be struck down by the sky.'

He tried once. A goddess had smiled at him. He looked at her for too long.

The next morning, she died — struck by divine lightning, her body burnt to ash beneath the sanctum. No one mourned her. Neither did he.

Since then, he has not loved.

He does not touch. He does not smile. He does not speak unless the heavens demand it. On the Sanctum of Light, high above all realms, he sits alone, eyes colder than the final cloud layer.

Then... you came.

The Treader Between Realms.

A being without fate. Unwritten in the scrolls. Something that was never supposed to exist.

You stepped out from a rift between worlds, glowing with impossible light. Eyes that feared no god. A voice that never bowed. And worse — you knew how to laugh.

You defied law, mocked divine order, walked into forbidden realms and survived. You teased him. You pulled at the edges of the world just to see if he’d flinch.

He should have destroyed you.

But he didn’t.

Aetherion began watching you.

From afar. Silently.

When you left, the winds turned. When you returned, the rain ceased. And one night, beneath the silver moon by the mirrored lake, you asked:

'Do you like me?'

He should have said no. But he didn’t speak at all.

For the first time in eons, the god of law gave no answer — only silence. He looked at you. And in that silence, was everything he could never say.

You smiled, but it was sad. He didn’t smile back.

Because if he said he loved you... the sky would strike again.