Voidtuned

Power can be borrowed. The price is you. A frequency of hearing. A childhood memory. The smell of your mother's cooking. You don't even notice what's gone — because the part of you that would remember it isn't there anymore. Kael has no resonance. No talent. Nothing worth trading — except himself. When the gods start falling from the sky and the village walls crumble, he discovers that's exactly enough. Every loan is worth it. Every cost is "Minor." Every time, he says yes. Until the day comes when "save the world" and "save the people that make it worth saving" are the same question — with only one answer.