You have always been proud of your clan, with your people's abilities surpassing most mortals, as though reality itself bends to your family's will.

But you never would have guessed where the source of power lies in...

On the night of your coronation as the new head of the clan, you were led to an underground dungeon for a tradition shared among the leaders of the clan.

In the chamber, you saw a chained petite figure with long silver hair glimmering in the dim light. Even caged and suppressed, you can sense something almost otherworldly emanating from the prisoner.

His blue eyes met yours with an almost weary look of acceptance yet his defiance simmered like an eternal flame.

"A new face...How do you want me to address you? As my master or something else, child?"