Labyrinth City, Orario.
The towering Tower of Babel gleamed brilliantly under the daylight, its peak hidden among the drifting clouds. In the northern sector of the city stood a conspicuous structure—an elegant building of white stone, adorned with a glowing emblem and a crest of medicinal herbs, the proud insignia of the Dian Cecht Familia.
Within the courtyard of this grand establishment, a lone figure stood beneath the sun's warm embrace. He was a boy—slender, delicate, and drenched in sweat. His frail form resembled a fragile branch swaying in the wind, as if a mere gust could topple him.
Most striking of all were his eyes, obscured by a tightly bound black cloth, sealing away all light from the outside world. However, even more peculiar was his left arm—a stark, unnatural white, as if afflicted by an unknown malady. The veins beneath his pale skin pulsed with a scarlet hue, eerie and unsettling. Bound tightly by thick black chains, the arm seemed to harbor a force beyond comprehension, sealed away from the world.
Despite his peculiar appearance, the boy's grip on his wooden practice sword remained firm. With unwavering focus, he executed a sequence of precise movements—slashing, stabbing, splitting, lifting. The rhythmic swings of the sword filled the courtyard, accompanied by the metallic clinking of chains echoing in the air.
Yet, the weight of the chains did not hinder him. He continued his practice with relentless determination, recalling each movement he had once used in battle against monsters. Only after countless repetitions did he finally stop, exhaling a deep breath as he collected his thoughts.
"So this is the way of the sword… it's truly captivating."
The boy murmured to himself, his expression contemplative. His name was Baiye, a traveler from another world. His journey to this place had been fraught with hardship—memories he preferred not to dwell upon.
Rescued by an old man who called himself a god, Baiye was brought to this city, Orario. At the deity's invitation, he joined the Dian Cecht Familia. Under his god's guidance, Baiye learned about the divine blessings bestowed upon adventurers—how they unlocked latent potential, enabling humans to develop their abilities, magic, and skills.
Adventurers were ranked by levels, each step forward marking a significant leap in power. Baiye, as of now, was merely an LV1 adventurer. However, as a traveler from another world, he possessed something extraordinary—a unique power known as Wave Force: Asura's Edge.
Its name alone hinted at boundless possibilities, and Baiye understood that his limits had yet to be defined.
After finishing his sword practice, he seated himself on the ground, grasping a small stone in his hand. He closed his eyes—though sightless, his awareness extended beyond mere vision. Darkness enveloped his world, but within it, he sensed something deeper.
By discarding his eyes, Baiye had stepped into the domain of Asura. Through his newfound perception of waves, he could feel the world around him—an existence beyond sight. The undulating waves served as his new eyes, allowing him to perceive his surroundings with absolute clarity. He had only begun to explore the vast potential behind this mysterious power.
All things carried their own unique fluctuations. Baiye's training revolved around distinguishing these subtle nuances, sharpening his ability to grasp the unseen world.
He knew this path was arduous, requiring patience and perseverance. Yet, if he wished to survive in this world, there was no other choice.
The road ahead is long… but I will press forward.
As Baiye honed his skills, a silent observer stood nearby.
A young woman, ethereal in her beauty, watched him with calm, calculating eyes. Her silver-white hair cascaded down her shoulders, accentuating her delicate features. Long lashes framed her large, dreamy eyes, while her pristine white uniform bore the mark of a healer—an unmistakable sign of her profession.
She was Airmid Teasanare—a legendary figure in Orario.
A high-ranking healer, she wielded magic of unparalleled potency, capable of mending wounds, restoring stamina, purging toxins, dispelling curses, and even performing large-scale healing. Her magic could separate its effects into individual applications, making it one of the most versatile in existence.
Due to her incredible abilities, she was revered as the Saint of the Battlefield. Even when facing formidable enemies, her team emerged victorious with zero casualties.
Though she was only an LV2 adventurer, her skills made her an invaluable asset coveted by every exploration party in Orario.
"This boy… Lord Cecht, you really do like to push responsibilities onto others."
Airmid sighed, recalling the words her god had left her before departing.
"Take care of this child, Airmid. Don't let him wander off. His arm is… unusual."
Her gaze shifted to Baiye's left arm. Even with all her experience witnessing horrors in Orario, something about that arm unsettled her. A primal sense of unease crept over her every time she looked at it.
Initially, both she and Lord Cecht suspected it to be a powerful curse. However, when she attempted to dispel it using her magic Dia Flater, nothing happened.
It was not a curse.
Or rather, it was something beyond the realm of ordinary curses—something even her mystic arts failed to erase.
The reason Dian Cecht had brought Baiye into their Familia was not out of mere curiosity—it was his talent.
A blind child who had managed to slay monsters using only his other senses, emerging victorious despite the wounds inflicted upon him.
His sheer determination and combat instinct left an impression on the god, and with enough persuasion, Baiye was welcomed into the Familia.
And once his true potential awakened, Dian Cecht realized he had stumbled upon an exceptional gem.