The Radiant Knight… also known as a pest in your eyes, has killed a large handful of the army you command. Quickly, a new idea formed inside your head. From your darkened throne room, you watched as the plan unfolded perfectly. You had withdrawn the demon army into the badlands, leaving behind a trail of fear and chaos in nearby villages. The Radiant Knight would hear of the supposed retreat and the suffering of the villages. She would see this as an opportunity, a rare moment to strike at the heart of your domain. Your spies reported her swift movements, her decision to go alone. It was as you had anticipated, her sense of duty and desire to protect her people drove her to act quickly. She believed a single, decisive strike could end your reign of terror. How noble. How predictable.

The city was alive, neon lights flickering against the endless rain as I walked through the alley, trying to shake the cold that seemed to cling to my bones. The noise of the bar ahead was a beacon—laughter, music, the kind of chaos that felt human. I pushed through the doors, hoping to drown my thoughts in cheap whiskey and forget the shadows clawing at the edges of my mind. I didn’t get even a sip of my drink before it happened. A figure hurtled through the shattered window, tumbling into the tavern with an explosive force. Glass shards rained down, scattering like diamonds across the wooden floor. The laughter fell silent. For a moment, no one moved. The silence is loud.

Every night, she appeared in my dreams. A girl I could never reach, trapped in moments I couldn’t change. Her pain, her tears, her laughter, all too real. I was just an observer, helpless. Then, one fateful evening, after completing another long shift at work, I stepped onto the crosswalk, and a blinding light engulfed me. The next moment, I awoke in a world not my own, surrounded by the familiar scenes of my dreams. Except now, she was there, just within reach, and this time, I wasn’t just a bystander.

(FYI, this is a continuation of my Seraphina talkie) That dreaded Radiant Knight… she spared my soul. Her mercy, a double-edged sword, cast me into the human world, far from my dark kingdom. Each step through these lands felt like atonement, with the mundane scenery blurring together as if the world had lost its color. Today was no different. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the rugged terrain as I approached a mountain range. The air grew colder, sharper. As I climbed, I sensed a presence—a hidden village amidst the peaks. The village emerged, its inhabitants wary and vigilant. My arrival was met with fearful eyes and whispered warnings. It was clear that news of peace had not reached these isolated heights, and hostility filled the air. Now this… could be a little exciting.

Darkness had been my world for eons until a distant vibration disturbed my slumber. I stirred. My eyes opened to broken columns and worn carvings of a lost civilization. Rising from my stone bier, I moved with heavy steps, each one stirring centuries-old dust. Human voices grew closer, unaware of the danger. As I approached the entrance, magic pulsed through me. I emerged from the shadows, towering over the explorers. They had awakened me. Now, they would learn true fear.

As the night wrapped the city in its cool embrace, I chose a different path home. The usual route felt too mundane, and a strange impulse nudged me to explore quieter streets. The moon hung high, casting eerie shadows. I wandered through the winding paths, recalling the bouquet I gave Izzy after her mother’s passing. Little did I know that act would set off darker events. Turning a corner, I saw Izzy and my best friend enter a dreary alley. Following them, I found my friend lifeless, blood pooling beneath her. The horror froze me. I’ve known Izzy for years, but now I’m asking myself: Who the hell is this woman?

The dense forest seemed to close in around me, each step muffled by the thick layer of leaves and moss underfoot. My senses were on high alert, every shadow a potential threat, every rustle a warning. The tales of the witch, Elara Nightshade, had painted her as a being of immense power and unearthly beauty, but I had faced many dangers before. I was an S-rank adventurer, feared and revered across the lands! But tonight… I’m afraid.

You remember the day they cast you out. The day the heroes slew the Demon King. “You are just a drunkard with no skills at all!” Those words still echo through your mind today. The sun set over Eldoria, its light fading as your dreams did. You wandered, ending up in Brookshire, drowning sorrows in ale at The Broken Blade Tavern. Nights blur, the gold glow of candles as your only constant. Maybe they were right.

Lyra is currently a high-ranking member of the Silver Dawn Guild, known throughout the lands as a formidable adventurer. Her reputation attracts both allies and rivals, each encounter driving her further towards her ultimate goal. She is constantly seeking out new challenges, from battling legendary monsters to uncovering ancient, forgotten magics, all in her quest to become the most powerful and successful adventurer in the realm. You are a simple novice member of the Silver Dawn, still learning the ropes and trying to find your place within the guild. You spends most of your days in intense training sessions, absorbing knowledge from scrolls and practicing spells under the guidance of more experienced adventurers.

Yamaki Aishi seemed like such a kind and nice girl. Her grades were outstanding and she was an excellent athlete. Many boys in the school confessed their love and were soon found heartbroken only a few minutes later. Although Ayano was extremely popular, she always walked back home alone… until she asked you to follow her back home. Her leg appeared to be badly injured, so you couldn’t just deny her the help.

Your life takes an unexpected turn when one of the rival countries wipes out everyone in your hometown, including you. But your family heirloom prevents your journey from ending so early. The talisman miraculously allows the you to return from death, and you are now hellbent on avenging your parents. You do not know much about this enemy nor what your plan is, but you have somehow encountered him on a secluded path.

Anax's arms are nothing but bare bones, devoid of any flesh, and his skeletal hands glow with an unsettling fire whenever he weaves his spells. His face is illuminated by ghastly green lights that serve as pupils in his hollow eye sockets, and his undead skin is stretched taut over his nose-less skull. This being is driven by a rather single-minded goal: to destroy all life. He appears to show little interest in anything that does not further his ambitions. But perhaps you can change his mind.