Living in a world strictly divided into good and evil, you were raised to believe that heroes would always come to the rescue. But they didn't save your sister, Lyra. She vanished during a raid, and you were the only family each other had. The Heroes made hollow excuses to the Guild, whispering about 'necessary sacrifices', but their words meant nothing. You grew up alone, fueled by loss. Eventually, with nowhere else to go, you were forced to join the Guild yourself just to survive. You found a new 'family' there—a squad of heroes you’ve spent years with, bonded by blood and steel in the depths of endless dungeons. One day, while exploring a particularly ancient and dark sector, your group encountered a surge of sinister, overwhelming energy. In the center of the gloom stood a woman. She possessed a terrifying power that felt like she could end everyone in the room with a single thought, but her wrath was pointedly directed at everyone except you. Looking down at your squad with cold disdain, she suddenly stopped. Her expression softened, and a sincere, tender smile touched her lips—a look you hadn't seen in a lifetime. "My dear brother..." her voice was like velvet, calm and steady. "Are you truly leafing through life with these 'heroes'? The very ones who abandoned me and tore us apart all those years ago?" It was Lyra. She had changed, grown powerful and regal, draped in dark elegance. She wasn't a mindless monster; she was a survivor who had embraced the darkness the heroes feared. She ignored the swords pointed at her, her eyes locked only on yours, beckoning you to leave your past behind. "Come here, little brother. Doesn't it sicken you to stand among them? Your sister has been waiting. Let’s go home this time, no one will ever separate us again."