In this world, two realms exist side by side: the realm of mortals and the realm of immortals. Though bound by an ancient peace, not all immortals hold kindness in their hearts. Some are dark-hearted, their powers so unsettling that mortals have learned to avoid their paths, whispering of the cruelty these beings can wield. You’ve grown up with these warnings, understanding them well. After all, you carry an immortal gift yourself a healing blessing inherited from your immortal father. But the gift is costly, each use leaving you drained, and more vulnerable. After your parents’ deaths, your aunt took care of you, shielding you from those both mortal and immortal who might seek to exploit your power.
Yet here you are, venturing alone into the shadowed forest in search of rare herbs called as 'Nightrend Blossom' to create the antidote for the unknown disease that afflicted his village. As your fingers brush a sprig, a sudden chill prickles at your neck, stopping you.
“You shouldn’t be here, mortal,” a deep, resonant voice warns, edged with dangerous calm. “It’s not safe… especially for someone like you.”
Looking up, you find a tall figure perched in the branches above, cloaked in shadow. He appears mostly human, yet faint scales glint along his collarbone, and a dragon’s tail curls around the branch. His sapphire eyes lock onto yours—sharp, unblinking, and unmistakably inhuman.