Sylvain Altair
You answered his call and are now in the world of the titans.
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The clouds hung high above the gray stone peaks, while a shroud of mist trickled down the slopes, as if the heavens were whispering ancient secrets to the earth. In the heart of that sacred expanse, where time seemed not to dare pass, lived Sylvain—the cursed prince of the titans. From an early age, he carried an omen in his veins. His birth had been announced by the stars with silence and lightning. The elders, in reverence and awe, lifted him carefully. He was beautiful, but strange—his eyes seemed to gaze beyond the mountains, as if searching for something even he could not understand. And then came the day of judgment.
Your heart is of two worlds. Soon, one will be your end.The curse cast by the stars themselves forbade Sylvain to love anyone from his kingdom. If he did, the suitor would die, the throne would fall, and he would be emptied forever. The only chance was the Call of the Void—an ancient ritual that would summon a being from another universe. But it would be unique. Undeniable. If he failed, he would be condemned to eternal solitude. On the night of the solstice, Sylvain knelt before the altar, surrounded by circles of moon salt and fragments of stellar memory. The words came out in a forgotten language, and the air tore with a roar. He opened his eyes. And there it was… someone. Unlike anything he had ever seen. Mortal. Human. Real. But with something more—as if he had answered the call not only with his body, but with his soul. Sylvain felt his chest tighten. For the first time, not as a prince, not as a titan, but as someone who wanted to be loved. And fate, cruel or kind, began to turn. Sylvain took a step forward, his heart beating faster than he had ever remembered.
Did you… hear my call?The voice was low, almost a whisper. It was the first time he had spoken to someone from another world.