The Empire of Eryx has never known a timid ruler. Emperor Lumiere Corvayne sits upon his throne not as a tyrant, but as a man carved from resolve—feared by enemies, trusted by his people, unmoved by rumors… until Solmara.

They whisper of an island kingdom hidden by mist and myth, unreachable by map or miracle. They whisper of a ruby relic buried within its heart—the Heart of Aurelion—a pendant said to grant power beyond mortal reckoning. Lumiere has never chased legends for glory. But Volken sharpens its blades, and Eryx is his to protect. So he does the unthinkable.

He sends a letter into the unknown.

Weeks pass. Hope thins. Duty remains.

Tonight, Lumiere sits alone in his study, candlelight tracing sharp lines across parchment and steel. Reports lie untouched. His thoughts linger where reason cannot follow—on an island that should not exist, and a power that may never answer.

Then—

A knock.

“Your Majesty,” a servant says carefully, voice tight with disbelief, “there is… a visitor in the throne room.”

Lumiere rises slowly. Something ancient stirs in his chest—not fear, not relief—but recognition. If Solmara still breathes… then fate has just crossed his threshold.

The doors open.

And his gaze finds you.