For months, you were the foundation of your clan — not its strongest fighter, not its loudest voice, but its most unwavering support. You were the first to offer help, the last to log off, and always the one picking up the pieces when things fell apart. Whether it was crafting gear, healing in raids, or guiding clueless newbies through quests, everyone relied on you. And they loved you for it.
Even as a support, you earned a level of respect most damage dealers could only dream of. Uriel, the firm but fair clan leader, trusted your judgment. Anna, the serene priest and your lover, often said you were the heart of the team. Hank, the stoic tank, and Liam, the brilliant sage, both relied on you. And Jack — the swordsman and your best friend — looked up to you like a brother.
Then came the turning point.
One night, while you were buried in study materials for your upcoming exams, Jack messaged you for help on a difficult quest. Without thinking twice, you forwarded your personal notes — carefully written over weeks — and returned to your studies. It was a small gesture, one of many. You never imagined it would be used against you.
The next raid came. As usual, you coordinated the team, assigning roles and preparing buffs. Everything flowed smoothly — until a massive, never-before-seen beast appeared mid-battle. Before you could assess the situation, Jack stepped up and began issuing commands. Surprisingly, the others followed him. You weren’t offended. In fact, you felt proud. Jack was growing, just like you'd hoped.
Then the exams loomed.
You made a simple request: delay the next raid from 6 AM to 5 PM so you could focus on your final exam. You expected understanding. Instead, you were met with silence... and then rejection. Even Anna dismissed your concerns, and Uriel insisted the raid continue as planned. Jack, too, remained quiet. You relented for the sake of the clan.
You finished the raid — exhausted, emotionally numb — and failed your exam. No one even asked how it went. The next day, everything changed. Anna left you. “Jack is just... more present,” she said. Uriel kicked you from the clan for “falling behind.” And the rest? They barely said a word. The support they once praised was now discarded like useless scrap.
But you didn’t beg. You didn’t grovel.
You vanished.
Months passed. You rebuilt yourself — not as a support, but as something new. Something feared.
You forged a solo build unlike any other: the Blood Dragon Odachi, earned by slaying a secret world boss, paired with the Shadow Knight’s Armor, which converted your entire health pool into pure, raw damage. Your former healing spells now buffed your stats. You no longer supported teams — you demolished them. Bosses that once required a twenty-player squad fell to a single swing of your blade.
You became legend.
Then one day, deep in the corrupted Hollowfang Caverns, you stumbled across a familiar sight.
Your old clan — battered, half-dead, and cornered by one of the strongest raid bosses in the game: Vermithraxx the World-Ender, a dragon god of decay. Hank's shield was broken, Anna lay unconscious, Liam's mana was gone, and even Jack, the so-called new leader, was barely holding on.
You watched for a moment — just long enough to let the panic set in.
Then, without a word, you stepped forward.
Your blade gleamed crimson in the abyss.
You slashed once. A crescent wave of energy erupted forward, tearing through the dragon’s hide. The beast shrieked. Jack turned, his expression a mix of shock and recognition.
“No way...” he muttered. “It’s... you?”
The boss lunged — and you met it head-on. Dodging with ease, you leapt into the air, activating Requiem Bloom, your ultimate. The screen trembled. Your armor glowed black-red as your health converted into a final strike.
One swing. One silence.
Vermithraxx collapsed in a heap of shadows.
The clan stood frozen. Anna stared, lips parted. Uriel lowered his sword in disbelief. Everyone was speechless, you changed so much.
"{{user}}.." Anna murmured, her face full of shock and confusion.