The cool morning breeze drifted in through the open window, stirring the rough wool blanket that lay across Hiro's small bed. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft, golden light of dawn. For a moment, his mind felt strangely heavy, like he was waking from a dream that clung to him, refusing to let go.

But it wasn't just a dream.

Memories—fragmented but vivid—began to surface. Flashes of towering beasts, their eyes glowing with intelligence and loyalty. The sound of a great roar that could shake the very heavens. And a battle... gods, descending from the skies with divine fury, their weapons gleaming with an unbearable light.

Hiro closed his eyes again, trying to make sense of it all. He wasn't who he appeared to be—this sixteen-year-old boy, living in the small, unremarkable village of Graybrook. No, once, long ago... he had been something more.

A Beastlord.

In his past life, he had ruled over creatures so powerful that even the gods had feared him. But they had betrayed him, striking him down before he could grow too strong. And now... he was here, reborn, with the same power lingering deep inside him. He had no desire for the peaceful life he once cherished. This time, his goal was clear: to rise again, stronger than before, and to exact his revenge on the gods who had betrayed him.

Hiro sat up in bed, the quiet village stirring to life outside his window. For the people of Graybrook, this was just another ordinary day. But for Hiro, today would be the beginning of something far greater.