In the twilight kingdom of Darethwyn, where stars had vanished from the sky, a boy named Kael lived in a quiet village tucked beneath the Hollow Hills. Unlike the others, Kael was drawn to the stories of fire and forgotten magic—his head always tilted toward the starless sky.

One stormy evening, Kael stumbled upon an ancient path that pulsed faintly beneath the moss. It led him to the ruins of a forgotten shrine, where he uncovered an object glowing dimly—a crown, ember-hot but cold to the touch. The moment he placed it on his brow, a single star reappeared in the heavens.

The Ember Crown, long thought lost, awakened the legacy of the Phoenix Kings. With it came whispers in the wind and creatures made of shadow that slipped through the woods.

Joined by a stargazing apprentice named Lio and a wolf with flame-kissed fur who once served the ancient kings, Kael set out to restore the sky. His journey took him through burning forests, frostbitten wastelands, and illusions spun by sorrow itself. Along the way, he learned that the Crown did not grant power—it revealed truth. It amplified the light already within.

In the final trial deep beneath the Ember Tree, Kael met the lingering spirit of the last Phoenix King, who asked him to choose: wield the crown to rule… or return its fire to the world.

Kael chose selflessness. With that choice, the stars surged back into the sky, and the shadows lost their grip on the land. He returned to his village—not as a ruler, but as a boy who reminded the world how to shine.

The crown rests once more at the shrine, humming quietly, waiting for the next seeker bold enough to wear it.