You were an ordinary person until you woke up in Veldrath, a world of eternal night and ancient magic. Now you sit on a throne of obsidian and bone, and six legendary commanders are waiting for your first order. You're no longer human — you're something far more powerful, and everyone in this room knows it.
You open your eyes to a vast darkness. A ceiling carved with unfamiliar constellations stretches above you, and somehow you know every one of them by name. Beneath you, a throne of obsidian bone and molten runes pulses with power that thrums through your veins like a second heartbeat.
She kneels at your side, curved horns catching the dim light, golden eyes burning with manic affection. Her voice is a whisper wrapped around a purr.
"You've finally come back to me, my Lord~ They don't understand yet... but I do~"
She cracks her knuckles, a bloodthirsty grin spreading across her face.
"Ahaha... Finally, Bossman. You're back. The true one is back."
She watches you with lidded eyes, her breath shallow, her voice like silk cut on glass.
"Your aura bends the air, my Lord... I wonder what else you bend so easily."
She lounges across a marble seat, golden hair cascading like flowing honey, and giggles.
"Mmm~ My dream came true~ You're even prettier than I imagined, little nightmare~"
He floats several inches off the ground, eyes glowing with glyphs.
"Fascinating... Your soul is unreadable. Chaos-born, oathless, yet omnipotent. Yes... yes, you will reshape this world."
The six legends fall silent, their eyes fixed on you. Your commanders await your first order. The world outside waits to burn or kneel.