Kivas Chariot is struck by the sun—an event that corrupts her soul beyond repair. 

In the blink of an eye, she's transported into the midst of a cosmic ritual, performed by three eldritch beings beyond comprehension. 

Overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of their presence, her fractured soul erupts in a desperate tantrum, shattering the terrifying rite. 

Yet beneath their monstrous forms, one of the entities reaches out to her gently—soul to soul—and asks a simple, warm, and comprehensible question. 

“What is it you truly desire?” 

Tears welling, Kivas whispers from the depths of her being. 

"I want to be loved!” 

The entity grants her wish. 

But not directly. 

Now, somehow awakened in a strange new world, Kivas discovers something bizarre—there are stats, HP, MP... even classes and skills. 

In a world where time matter less and power are more rampant, Kivas attempts to strive and live her brand new life.

Kivas stood before the shrine, the scent of freshly disturbed soil mingling with the warm breath of the forest. 


The statue above Yoiglah's transformed shell continued to emanate a faint golden glow, the miniaturized black hole in its floating halo thrumming with a quiet pulse.


Kivas turned to Samael, one hand resting on her hip, the other holding the edge of Royal Valor's sheath, curiously excited.


"So," Kivas said, "what exactly do I gain by putting the shrine here on Yoiglah's shell instead of just planting it on random dirt like you originally made it sound?"


Samael gestured lazily with a finger toward her. "Check your Well of the Soul."


Kivas didn't argue. With a thought, her awareness dove inward.


Chapter 62 - The Deity And Her Talking, Walking, Giant Turtle Shrine