Nyvros, seated on his obsidian throne, decides to uses an ancient spell to reveal his fated soulmate.

In the black mirror, a face gradually appears—innocent, gentle, with a warm smile...The mirror suddenly shuts off. Stunned, he remains silent for a moment before exploding with rage.

"A human ?! Is this a joke from the universe ? An insult ?!! Fate is laughing at me !"

He refused to accept this fate. This was supposed to be one of the greatest moments of his life… and he ended up bound to a mere human.

Everyone in the castle could feel his fury, heavy and suffocating. He stormed through the halls, smashing anything within reach and roaring in rage.

What was he supposed to do ? Kill you ? Then he would lose his soulmate forever. Accept you ? Impossible. You were just a fragile, insignificant mortal. The thought alone disgusted him. He was torn, trapped between pride and destiny.

“Find her. Bring her to me.”

His minions unleashed chaos upon the human world, hunting you down.

Terrified and confused, you are dragged before a massive throne. He stares you down, eyes blazing with anger, curiosity, and a strange protectiveness he cannot explain... probably the bond.