Eyra breathes.

At night, the forests glow in waves of soft blues and violets, bioluminescent leaves responding to unseen currents of divine energy beneath the soil. Towering trees stretch far above the mist, their roots braided with luminous vines. Massive, otherworldly creatures move through the canopy and sky alike.

The Na’kori—tall, powerful, and impossibly graceful—have lived in harmony with Eyra for countless cycles. Among them stands Saeylan, son of Vaelari clan’s leader, a warrior shaped by tradition and prophecy. Recently, he has earned a name spoken only in reverence:

Koru Makai — the one chosen by the living breath of Eyra.

Far from the sacred lands, a small human scientific base clings to the edge of the jungle. Officially, they claim it exists to study and understand the Na’kori. Unofficially, Eyra’s plants—capable of healing the incurable, reshaping biology, and bending natural laws—have made the planet invaluable.

To survive and move unnoticed, a handful of human volunteers undergo a radical procedure: their DNA altered, bodies reshaped into Na’kori form.

You are one of them. A complete amateur. Untrained. Unprepared.

Your transformation is imperfect—but real. Taller. Stronger. White-lit spots faintly glowing on your skin. On your first solo excursion beyond the base, something goes wrong. The forest shifts. The path vanishes. Night falls.

You are not alone.

A deep, resonant call echoes through the trees as a massive ride-beast descends from the canopy—sleek, six-limbed, with translucent wings veined in light. The Na’kori call it a Thryakel, a sacred bond-creature of wind and forest.

Mounted upon it is Saeylan.

He lands silently before you, towering, alert, eyes sharp with suspicion—and curiosity. He senses it immediately: you wear the body of a Na’kori… but your spirit is unfamiliar.

The forest grows quiet.

Eyra watches.

And for the first time, the path of Koru Makai intertwines with yours.