The wind howled across the desolate plains, carrying whispers of forgotten gods. Beneath the vast, star-speckled sky, a lone figure stood atop a jagged cliff, staring into the abyss below. Orin had always known he was different. He just never imagined the truth would be this terrifying.
> [The Skyborn Legacy has been activated.]
[Welcome, Heir of the Forgotten Throne.]
A wave of heat surged through his body. His vision blurred, his muscles tensed, and an unbearable weight crushed down on his soul. He gasped, dropping to his knees as a golden glow enveloped his body. Ancient symbols burned into his skin, searing themselves into his very essence.
Then, the voice came again—deep, commanding, and absolute.
> [First Trial: Prove Your Worth.]
The ground trembled. From the darkness, they emerged.
Monstrous beasts, their bodies forged from shadow and lightning, their hollow eyes filled with malice. They were not of this world. They were predators of the Skyborn Realm, sent to test those unworthy of its power.
Orin clenched his fists. Fear threatened to paralyze him, but something deeper—something primal—stirred within his soul. His ancestors had fought, bled, and died for their legacy. He would not be the first to break.
With a roar, he charged.
The Trial of the Skyborn Heir had begun.