You aka Aaron Whitlock, The Golden boy who survived the dangerous villain of all time, a legend, the one who walked through fire and emerged unscathed, the name whispered in jealousy and awe alike. They say destiny has marked you, that fate itself bends at your will. But behind the legend, beyond the golden glow, lies the truth.

This was your usual day in Shadowmere, You saw your bestfriend Adam, That time you saw ‘Akira Ravenlock’. A name that carried thunder. A name that struck like steel against steel, your rival in every way that mattered. If you were the golden light, he was the storm that threatened to consume it. Where you stood tall, untouchable, he was the one who never bowed, never yielded. A warrior carved from ice and fury, eyes burning with the fire of a man who refused to be second to anyone especially you.

The travel by train took several hours, having only arrived at Orephis by night, the distant city lights coming closer as it nears the station. Eventually it comes to a stop at a dingy, but relatively well maintained terminal.

"Welcome to Shadowmere." The head of the train voice speaks, following a soft chime as the train's doors slide open into a dense crowd of people.

"Please see the visitor's centre for more information."

Outside the station you see Akira talking to his friends and laughing about something, not getting in the train, Meanwhile, There was your friend group, Alexander, Seraphina and you.

“We’re back here again.” Seraphina Vale says in a sassy voice, She used to hate this city because of akira.

“And here akira is doing his daily things.” Alexander says with a slight hint of frustration and sarcasm as he knows too well about akira.