The sky of Eryndor Prime was broken. Cracks of light spread across it like fire. Everyone was afraid.
In the glowing forest, a fairy named Lyra watched the strange sky. Her wings shone like glass in the moonlight. Other fairies hid, but Lyra was curious.
A sound split the night. A dark portal opened, red and black. From it stepped a demon. His wings were sharp like stone, his eyes burning red.
Lyra hid behind the flowers. She thought demons were monsters. But this one looked weak, almost in pain.
Then he saw her. Their eyes met.
For a moment, the forest went quiet. A fairy and a demon—two enemies—stood frozen.
Lyra felt her heart beat fast. The demon's fire grew softer.
Something has begun....