Kento trudged through the dense forest, his cloak tattered from days of travel. The canopy above let in only slivers of moonlight, casting an eerie glow over the path. His destination was unknown—he was a wanderer, led only by the whispers of fate. But tonight, something was different. A strange energy hummed in the air, pulling him deeper into the woods.

As the trees thinned, Kento found himself in a vast clearing bathed in silver light. At the center stood an ancient tree, its bark as black as night, yet glowing with veins of gold. A strange sense of both calm and danger washed over him. His eyes narrowed when he noticed a figure kneeling beneath the tree—a small, delicate creature, wings shimmering faintly in the moonlight.

A **fairy**.

She was bound by tendrils of shadow, struggling against them, her breath labored. Her wings fluttered weakly as the dark tendrils tightened around her. Despite her condition, her aura radiated a fierce power, light and dark swirling around her, clashing and intertwining.

Kento stepped forward cautiously, his instincts telling him that this was no ordinary creature, and that danger lurked nearby. Before he could move closer, a cold voice echoed through the clearing, sending chills down his spine.

"You dare intervene?" A figure emerged from the shadows, draped in a dark cloak. His face was hidden, but the overwhelming presence of death surrounded him. This was no ordinary being—it was **Vengeance of Death**, an enforcer of balance between life and the afterlife. The fairy had clearly crossed into dangerous territory.

Kento's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword. "What's going on here?" he demanded.

The cloaked figure's laughter was cold and hollow. "This fairy," he said, pointing at the struggling creature, "has meddled with powers far beyond her reach. She's mine to judge, mine to condemn."

Kento's eyes locked onto the fairy, her desperation calling to him. Something inside him stirred. He wasn't sure why, but he knew he couldn't just walk away. "And who are you to decide her fate?"

The Vengeance of Death stepped closer, his form flickering between reality and shadow. "I am death's will. She has stolen the power of both light and dark—forces not meant to be held by mortals like her. The punishment is eternal suffering."

The fairy's eyes met Kento's, pleading silently for help. She didn't seem evil—just afraid, perhaps misguided. Without a second thought, Kento drew his sword. "If that's the case, then her punishment will have to wait. Because right now, she's under my protection."

The shadowy figure didn't respond with words, but the air grew cold, and Kento could feel the weight of death pressing in around him. Shadows coiled and darted toward him, but Kento moved swiftly, blocking the tendrils with his sword. The clash of steel and shadow sent sparks flying, and with a quick strike, he severed the tendrils binding the fairy.

She gasped, collapsing to the ground, but her wings began to flutter, the darkness around her fading. Kento stood between her and the Vengeance of Death, ready for the next wave of attack.

"You are a fool," the figure hissed. "Her fate is sealed."

Before Kento could respond, the fairy stood. Her voice was soft but filled with resolve. "I will not run anymore."

Light and dark swirled around her in perfect harmony, her powers fully restored. She raised her hand, and the clearing was bathed in a blinding light, followed by a wave of deep shadow. The force of both powers collided with the Vengeance of Death, sending him retreating back into the shadows from which he had come.

For a moment, the clearing was silent.

The fairy turned to Kento, her wings shimmering once more. "You… saved me," she said, her voice trembling. "You've freed me from a fate I couldn't escape alone. I am Rena, a guardian of light and dark. And for your bravery, you shall share in my power."

Kento felt a surge of energy as Rena's hand touched his chest. Light and darkness coursed through him, intertwining in a delicate balance. It was overwhelming yet exhilarating.

"What… is this?" he asked, breathless.

"You now wield the power I carry—light and dark in equal measure," Rena said softly. "It will guide you, protect you… but it will also test you. The path you walk will not be easy."

Kento nodded, still trying to grasp the power now pulsing within him. "I didn't do it for power. I did it because it was the right thing."

Rena smiled, though sadness lingered in her eyes. "Even so, this power is now a part of you. And so am I. From this day forward, I will travel with you, Kento. Together, we will face whatever fate has in store."

And with that, Kento's journey truly began—not as a lone wanderer, but with a powerful ally by his side, a bond forged in the clash of light and