The world changed the day the Tower descended.
One hundred floors of despair, rising endlessly into the heavens, casting its shadow over every city and every soul.
To climb was to gamble with life itself.
To reach the summit was to grasp eternity.
Warriors, mages, assassins, hunters—countless chosen entered the Tower, blessed with powers ranked from the lowly F… to the coveted S. Kingdoms rose around these chosen. Legends were carved into history with blood and fire.
But among them, a single anomaly was born.
A power that defied reason.
A crimson flame that devoured destiny itself.
It was neither a gift… nor a blessing.
It was a curse, whispered by the world and feared by the heavens.
An ability so rare it existed only in myths.
An ability ranked beyond S.
They called it… Red Star.
And the one who bore it—
an orphan, nameless to the world, but destined to carve his own legend—
was known as Ignis Seraphis
Ignis is a tall well-built white man with white hair and red eyes