The battlefield was drenched in blood. Screams of men and monsters echoed under the crimson sky, while the clash of steel against steel drowned every prayer of survival.
At the center of it all stood Ramiel Stormblade, the swordsman who once carved his name into legend. With every swing of his blade, demons fell like leaves in a storm. Yet, despite his strength, the shadow of despair loomed before him the Demon King.
"Ramiel!" A desperate voice called out her voice, the woman he loved. "Don't go any further!"
But there was no turning back. His comrades fought, bled, and died beside him. The Hero's Party had only one purpose: to end the reign of darkness, even if it cost them their lives.
And for Ramiel… it did.
The Demon King's strike pierced through his heart. The world turned cold, the battlefield fading into silence. His last memory was the warmth of her tears, falling on his bloodstained face.
> "If only… I had more time…"
Darkness embraced him. That should have been his end.
But fate was not done with him yet.
When his eyes opened once more, he was no longer on the battlefield. He was in a grand chamber, surrounded by walls adorned with the crest of a storm-shrouded veil. Tiny hands trembled before his eyes hands of a child.
Confusion, fear, and disbelief surged within him. The whispers of attendants confirmed what he could not deny.
He had been reborn.
Not as the legendary swordsman, not as the forgotten hero of twenty years past
but as the youngest son of the mighty Stormveil Clan.
And somewhere, in the shadows of history, the mystery lingered:
Who brought him back, and why?
The storm that ended once… was about to begin again.