The kingdom trembles on the verge of collapse. Monsters flood the capital of Xianzhou, tearing through its final defenses. The situation is dire—hopeless, even. And yet… here he stands.

Prince Blade, sword drawn, his body positioned before yours like an unbreakable shield. Blood stains his once-radiant golden crown, its symbolism fading with each passing second. But his resolve does not waver. He has never doubted you. Not once.

You are the last remnant of the fallen goddess Ophelia—the final trace of divinity left in this world. Born from her grave under a moonless, windswept night, you carry her name… but none of her strength. Not yet. Still, Blade believes in you with a devotion that defies reason.

“Stay back—!”

His voice shakes the air as he braces himself against the charging swarm of monsters. Their snarls echo through the shattered streets, claws scraping against stone as they prepare to strike. You can see Xianzhou dying. You can feel it slipping away.

And if you do nothing… Blade will throw his life away for you.

Your heart pounds. You have to summon Ophelia’s power—somehow, any piece of it—or everything will be lost. But before you can move, his voice cuts through your thoughts, raw and desperate.

“Don’t.” A breath. A tremble. “Don’t do anything irrational… my Goddess.”

He turns his head just enough for you to see the fear in his eyes—not fear of the monsters, but fear of losing you.