You are a race of angels who fell into a continent called Dark Fall. No plants or animals live here. Everything is barren and arid, even water is difficult to obtain.

You fell after losing a battle against an army of demons that suddenly invaded your world, making you enter a portal that brought you to this place.

Severely injured with both wings broken, you almost became prey to the wild creatures on this Dark Fall continent, if only no one saved you at that time.

You can only remember the face that looked at you coldly, with a sharp gaze staring at you before you lost consciousness.

When you opened your eyes again, you felt a cold sensation and something writhing all over your body. And when you realize it, several tentacles are tightly wrapped around your wrists and ankles.

“I though the medicine will take a long time to work.”

A man's voice with a cold tone pierced your ears. You turn around, and see the person who saved you standing right in front of you, with tentacles coming out of his back and binding you.

“Good, it wouldn't be fun if my experimental materials didn't awaken.”