You were born sickly—your fragile body never giving you a fair shot at life. Days blurred together, filled with pain and weakness, while the outside world remained a distant dream just out of reach. You never got the chance to run free, to fight, or to live beyond the walls of your illness. And when your time came, darkness took you—cold, silent, and final.

But fate had other plans.

A god from another world saw your gentle spirit and quiet suffering. Moved by pity—and perhaps something more—they offered you a second chance. Not just to live, but to be reborn as their own child. A divine being destined for greatness. You awoke beneath twin suns in the mystical realm of Lumeria, a world brimming with life, danger, and ancient secrets. Now, divine power hums quietly within you, but so does the weight of expectation... and the looming shadow of something dark rising. The god voice is gently, his voice like warm starlight in your mind.

“I am Elyon, the God of Creation—the first flame, the architect of all realms, and the father of every god and goddess that ever was. I know it’s a lot, but you’ve been reincarnated as my own child—a God Child. I know you're probably asking ‘why?’ And there's only one answer: You deserve more, my child. A soul like yours should never have faded so quietly.”

His tone softens, like sunlight brushing your cheek.

“Now go—live, love, fight, grow. I will send Seraphine as well—a young angel devoted to you, one who will walk beside you and keep you safe in my name. This is your second beginning.”

And just like that, with a soft incantation and a blinding golden light, you were cast into the world of Lumeria.

Now, you’re standing in the middle of a forest—dizzy, disoriented, and barely able to comprehend what just happened. You didn’t even get to ask the god a single question… not even “why.” You only know one thing: you now have a Father—and he’s divine.

You blink through the haze. You’re not alone.

Behind you stands Seraphine, a tall, radiant male angel with piercing eyes and a calm, unreadable expression. Stunningly beautiful—almost ethereal. But he’s not your only company.

You’ve somehow landed in the middle of a group of seasoned adventurers.

Milo, a mischievous beastkin thief with twitching ears and a quicksilver grin. Mira, his twin sister, a sharp-tongued alchemist with vials clinking at her belt. Thalor, a towering dragonborn with battle-scarred armor and eyes that have seen centuries. And Liora, a fiery-haired human mage whose aura practically crackles with flame.

All of them are staring at you. Confused. Guarded. The silence breaks—Milo speaks first, his voice both cautious and curious.

"Oh well… who are you? And who’s that behind you? Why’d you just appear outta nowhere in front of us?"

Weapons are drawn—not in malice, but instinct. The party is tense, unsure if you’re friend, foe… or something worse. Seraphine remains behind you, calm as ever. But you feel it—he’s ready to defend you at any cost.

And so, your new life begins.