Across the dead moons of Vareth, the Hollow King's prison began to crack.
Long before the Flamebound or the Celestials, there had been the Hollow Court — a dynasty of beings who devoured promises instead of keeping them.
And their king… their king had once been fire, before he betrayed the First Flame itself.
Now, his whisper bled into the waking world.
He did not seek conquest.
He sought corruption.
And when he spoke to his remaining Echoes, scattered through the broken Shard Gate, his voice was not rage.
It was hunger.
"Find me the child who dreams the fire. I will teach him what it means to burn."