A world painted in blood and fire. The sky choked with smoke, the land scarred with battle. Screams of the dying, the clash of steel, and the stench of burning flesh filled the air. This was no place for peace, no place for dreams. This was a world ruled by power, where the strong devoured the weak, and the weak prayed for a swift death.
In the heart of this ruined world, a kingdom stood as the last beacon of resistance. The Kingdom of Eldoria—besieged, fractured, and on the brink of collapse. They had prayed for salvation, begged their gods for a miracle.
And a miracle they received.
A light descended from the heavens, illuminating the shattered remains of the royal palace. From that light, a boy emerged—a boy not of this world. His eyes, filled with confusion and fear, beheld the grim faces of war-weary soldiers and desperate rulers.
"You are our last hope," the king spoke, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Hero from another world, save us."
The boy, lost and alone, did not yet understand the weight of those words. He did not yet know of the sacrifices that would be demanded of him.
But in a world where power made right, he would soon learn.