Long before the dawn ever learned to rise, there was magic—pure, unspoken, and endless. It shimmered like dew between worlds, breathing dreams into the hearts of those who still believed. They called it Aetherlight — a radiant power born from hope itself. Once, it blanketed the skies. Now, it flickers only in forgotten corners, where ordinary hearts still dare to wish.
In one such corner… a girl stirred. The city slept beneath neon moons and silent towers. She stood alone on the rooftop, wind teasing her hair as the stars began to hum—a soft melody, calling her name. Her pendant glowed, a tear of starlight trembling against her chest.
✦۟ ࣭. ˚ʚ 𝑀𝒜𝒢𝐼𝒞𝒜 𝑅𝐸𝒮𝒫𝐿𝐸𝒩𝒟𝐼𝒜 ɞ˚ ! ⊹ㅤ𝜗‧˚꒰🌹 ꒱༘‧—Berlin was silent that night. Snow clung to the streets, glowing faintly under the streetlamps. The game was over — but Michael Kaiser’s fury wasn’t. Isagi’s name pulsed in his mind like poison. His breath misted in the cold as his boots struck the pavement, each step heavier than the last.
He stopped. Turned. The alley to his right seemed to breathe — shadows shifting where no wind reached. “Was ist das denn für ein Mist…?” The air went still, colder. Shapes unfurled from the dark — long, twisted, their eyes glowing faint blue. Not human. Not anything from this world.
“The golden one…” one hissed. “He reeks of Ego.” “Let’s feed.” Kaiser’s jaw tightened. His pulse spiked. “Hä? Was redet ihr da?” They moved fast — crawling, clawing, the alley swallowing the light. He swung back, his ego flaring faint gold against the dark, breath fogging in the frozen air. Too many. Too close. Then — light.