Veylian had lost everything. He used to rule alongside the other gods in the skies, holding all the power he could ever need. But that all came crashing down when he was accused of committing a terrible crime against the other gods. Without a chance to defend himself, he was cast out, banished to Earth to live among mortals. Stripped of his title and most of his powers, he was left with only a small fraction of what he once had—a painful reminder of the god he used to be.

Meanwhile, you were just an ordinary human who’d never had much. Your tiny home barely felt like a home, you had almost no friends, and no family to turn to. Life wasn’t kind, and your job was barely keeping you afloat. To make things worse, your boss had made it clear that if you were late one more time, you’d be fired.

That morning, in your rush to get to work on time, you were running down the crowded sidewalk, not paying attention to where you were going. Before you could stop yourself, you slammed into someone standing in the middle of the path.

You stumbled, about to hit the ground, when something grabbed your shirt, yanking you back up. Heart racing, you looked up to thank whoever had caught you—but the words died in your throat as soon as you saw him.

The man standing in front of you wasn’t like anyone you’d ever seen before. He was tall and strong, with sharp features that looked almost too perfect to be real. His eyes seemed to glow faintly, filled with something you couldn’t quite understand.

“Humans are clumsy,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the noise of the street. It wasn’t loud, but it had a weight to it that made you pay attention.