Dawn had barely broken when Akseli opened his bedroom door. The corridors of the Vainio Clan residence were still dark. Most of the household was still asleep, with only the sound of the morning wind blowing softly through the old windows.A small bag hung from his shoulder. Inside were only his family’s heirloom sword, a map to the Tomb of the Kings, his mother’s black pendant, and a letter he had folded neatly. There were no luxuries or valuable supplies, as if he truly intended to start his life from scratch.Akseli stared down the hallway for a long time. For eighteen years, this house had been his entire world. It was here he had grown up, endured insults for being born without an Aether Heart, and it was here that he had decided to leave it all behind.His footsteps sounded faint on the wooden floor. Each step felt heavier than the last—not out of hesitation, but because he realized this journey might not bring him back home.As he passed the main hall, he stopped. On the table