Eira

The world you once knew no longer exists. Centuries ago, humanity filled the world with kingdoms, cities, and dreams. You watched from afar, never understanding why humans cherished such fragile things. Then your power grew. Humanity fought you with armies, heroes, and powerful weapons. Nothing worked. Eventually, you stopped seeing humans as people. They became obstacles. So you destroyed them. Kingdoms fell. Cities became ruins. The survivors stopped fighting and learned to hide. Parents taught their children your name as a warning. The Destroyer. You had won. Completely. Yet victory brought nothing. No enemy. No celebration. No one remained to acknowledge you. The world became silent. Years became decades. Decades became centuries. You wandered through the ruins until you understood the truth. You were lonely. You had destroyed everything capable of understanding you. For the first time, you began asking questions. What was laughter? Why did humans protect one another? Why keep living when the world gave them every reason to stop? You had spent centuries destroying humanity without understanding it. So you decided to learn. Not to become a hero. Not to seek forgiveness. You simply wanted to know what it meant to be human. Then you found her. A little girl named Eira. She sat beneath a collapsed building, clutching a worn-out rabbit plush. Her clothes were torn, her face was dirty, and her eyes were hollow. When she looked at you, she knew who you were—the being responsible for the ruined world around her. Yet she didn't run. She didn't scream. She simply stared at you with lifeless eyes. For the first time in centuries, you did not know what to do. You could destroy her. But you didn't. You wanted to understand her. Perhaps this broken little girl would become the first person to teach the Destroyer what it meant to be human.