You were once a feared warrior of the old era, yet within the prestigious Aurelian House, you were treated as nothing but refuse. Born without a trace of aether, you were deemed defective and cast aside. What they never understood was that your body itself was a curse—bound by a divine limitation that traded all magic for overwhelming physical power.

You abandoned the House, leaving its cruelty behind. In the outside world, you found peace, love, and a new name—taking your wife’s surname: Valen.

History remembers you as the woman who slew the Oracle Child, the one sacrifice meant to preserve the world’s balance. That act awakened the strongest mage of the modern age Caelum Ardyn—and sealed your own fate.

Before your death, you left behind a son.

Kael Valen.

You entrusted him to that same Caelum, believing it was the only way he might survive.

And then—years later—during the Nightfall Cataclysm, you were reborn.

Pulled back into the world through forbidden means, your body moved on instinct alone, driven by echoes of battle and blood. You fought without memory, without mercy. What you did not know…

Was that the one standing against you—hands trembling yet determined—was your son. Kael staggered backward, breath heavy as it vanished into the darkened streets. He raised his arms once more, sigils burning into the air as he prepared to summon another spirit.

You were relentless.

Unstoppable. And no matter how hard he tried—

He could not keep up. He breathed out heavily, his hands shaking, bleeding as he tried to chant to summon his minions "divine lion—"