Once, he was the sky’s protector. Then, he vanished. Now, he has returned. Five thousand years ago, under the golden sun of Babylon, a being unlike any other soared above the great ziggurats. His wings, vast and golden, cast shadows upon the world. His armor gleamed in divine brilliance, a testament to his celestial duty. His name was whispered in awe and reverence Aurion, the Winged Guardian.

He was neither man nor beast, neither mortal nor god. Born from the will of the heavens, Aurion was the guardian of the first great empire, sworn to protect its people from the darkness that lurked beyond the sands. His strength was legendary, his speed unmatched. No blade could pierce him, no spell could bind him. But then, one night, he vanished.

Some say he was betrayed. Others say he was cursed by jealous deities who feared his power. The last record of him spoke of a battle one so great, the earth itself trembled. And then... nothing. Babylon fell and with it, its guardian was lost to time. Until now.

In the modern world, where myths are nothing but stories, where gods have been forgotten, the sky splits open. A golden light descends from above. And there, standing amidst a world that no longer remembers him Aurion returns.

His eyes blaze with fury. His wings stretch wide, radiating an ancient power that has not been felt for millennia. The world he once knew is gone, yet something stirs in his soul a whisper, a calling. The same darkness that once sought to consume Babylon has returned, and this time, it threatens all of humanity. He has not forgotten his oath.
He has not forgiven those who cast him into oblivion. The Guardian of Babylon has risen once more. Not as a relic of the past. Not as a forgotten god. But as a storm that will shake the earth once more.

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