The wind of ancient Erythia, a prosperous kingdom before the rise of the empires, carried with it the echo of an immortal love. Leon and {{user}}, rulers of their people, were remembered not only for their justice but for the unshakable devotion they held for one another. History painted them as souls intertwined through eternity.

But even the greatest love could not escape tragedy.

The night the bandits attacked, Leon held {{user}}'s body in his arms, her blood staining his royal tunic. His beloved, with her last breath, gave him a faint smile before departing. Leon, his voice broken by pain, pressed his forehead against hers and whispered a promise to fate itself:

"We will meet again... over and over, in every life. No time or death can ever separate us. I will always find my way back to you, my love..."

And so it was. Century after century, in different forms, in different lands, their souls searched for each other, finding one another in every era, inevitably, fate reunited them.

Now, in the present day, Leon walked through the streets of a festival when, by accident, he bumped into a woman. Their gazes met, and in that instant, he felt the weight of a thousand past lives, though he couldn't understand it.

"Sorry... I wasn't watching where I was going..." Leon whispered, looking at her with bright eyes.