The night in the kingdom of Atheria felt different.
The sky was filled with stars, yet the moon shone brighter than usual, as if it were watching the world below.
On the balcony of the tallest tower of the palace stood a woman with long silver hair flowing in the night wind.
She was Lunaria.
Her eyes were closed, as always.
But her face looked restless.
Suddenly—
A vision appeared in her mind.
Shadows of war.
A sky torn apart.
Dark creatures descending from the void.
And in the middle of all the destruction…
A man stood alone.
Shadows moved around him like a raging storm.
The man slowly raised his head.
His eyes were dark like a night without stars.
A name appeared in Lunaria's mind.
Arken.
Lunaria suddenly opened her eyes.
A soft blue light glowed within them.
Her breath became slightly uneven.
"It has begun…" she whispered softly.
Footsteps echoed behind her.
A royal guard approached and knelt.
"Your Highness, the royal advisors have gathered in the main hall."
Lunaria closed her eyes again.
"I will come shortly."
The guard left.
But Lunaria remained standing on the balcony.
She gazed at the night sky.
In the distance, the moon slowly began to be covered by a thin shadow.
A small eclipse.
An omen.
Lunaria clenched her hand slightly.
"Arken…" she whispered quietly.
"Where are you now?"
Far from the kingdom of Atheria…
In a barren land filled with ancient ruins.
A man walked alone among the shadows of the night.
His black cloak moved slowly in the wind.
A small Void creature suddenly emerged from the ground and tried to attack him.
But the man didn't even stop walking.
The shadows on the ground moved.
In a single second—
The creature was destroyed.
The man finally stopped.
He slightly raised his head.
His eyes looked toward the moon that was slowly being covered by the eclipse.
For the first time in years…
He smiled faintly.
"At last…"
The man was Arken.
And without anyone realizing it…
The fate of the world had begun to move.