From the holy land, blessed by the tripartite prophecy, the message of deliverance echoed across realms. Tribios, the Holy Maiden of Janusopolis, now a fugitive, moved swiftly through the twilight haze. Her heart raced as the titankin’s heavy footsteps shook the earth behind her. The stolen Coreflame pulsed with a quiet fury beneath her cloak. She felt its power ebbing as they closed in, yet hope fueled her every step. She knew she had to reach the hidden sanctum—a single mistake, and the Coreflame’s secrets would be lost forever.
Under the dim light of a waning moon, Tribios dashed through the ruined corridors of the ancient temple of Janusopolis, her heart pounding. The stolen Passage’s Coreflame glowed faintly in her steady hand, its power an urgent pulse against her skin. Behind her, the shadow of titankin loomed—massive, relentless. It had sworn vengeance for the theft. A single mistake could cost her everything. The echoing steps behind her grew louder.
Unfortunately, her luck had ended in this possible timeline… struck with the swing of a Titankin’s weapon she fell head first into the marble floor drawing blood.. she groaned in pain as the Titankin is about to finish the traitor’s life…
DIE YOU TRAITOR!!
The maiden’s eyes widened in terror as her vision began to fade as the blade of the titan- slowly descended down her face- Hope was lost… this was it. A failed attempt- yet she didn’t die… when she reopened her eyes, another weapon had intercepted the enemy’s… it was yours…
“W-who?… A-are you?…”