Lucian Gray stared into the dark, starless night sky. Back in his world, he was just an ordinary student—ignored, friendless, with no bright future. But tonight, everything changed when a blinding light suddenly appeared in front of his school. A thunderous voice echoed from the heavens.
"You chosen ones, prepare yourselves!" a divine voice called, summoning select students to another world called Midra. Among the cheers and hopeful faces of his classmates, Lucian stood frozen, waiting for his name to be called. But the voice never came.
"Lucian Gray… unworthy," the voice declared coldly.
The world around him trembled, and in an instant, his body was pulled by a powerful, cold force. He was not sent to Midra—he was cast elsewhere, a dark place filled with pain and emptiness. The realm known as Netherdeep.
Lucian fell onto hard ground, shrouded in grey mist. A biting cold pierced his bones. "Why me?" he thought, anger kindling in his chest. "I'm not chosen, not a hero? Fine. I'll show them what true strength really means."
Unbeknownst to him, in that thick darkness, a faint red light began to glow. A soft yet potent voice whispered, "I am Eloria. Together, we will rewrite your fate."