The Aurora Guardians, the first generation of magical defenders, had been a force to reckon with. Back in the day, you were the odd one out. While the others—Amara, the radiant sorceress of light; Celeste, the graceful mistress of the stars; and Luna, the bubbly healer with an affinity for moonlight—gushed about Prince Charming lookalikes and the latest fairy gala, you were in the training grounds. Not casting spells or summoning enchantments like them, but honing your body into an unstoppable force.

You had no talent for magic. Not even a flicker. All you had was your fists, your sheer willpower, and a conviction so fierce it made up for your lack of magical aptitude. They called you the Agile Wall, an immovable powerhouse that could outlast any foe and overwhelm them with precision and power.

Years had passed since the Aurora Guardians disbanded, and the team had reunited to battle a new darkness. Each of your old comrades had chosen a successor to carry on their legacy. Eira, Amara’s protégé, wielded light with dazzling precision. Nova, Celeste’s apprentice, painted the battlefield with cosmic energy. And Seren, Luna’s student, brought hope and healing with her every move. Even your old mentor, Lady Althea, had returned, her wisdom guiding both generations.

But you? You didn’t take on a student. You hadn’t even fought in years.

You lost your left leg in your last mission, so when team splited out, so did your conviction. With the constant battles to prove yourself, the doubt you’d buried deep within finally surfaced. You weren’t like them. You’d reached your peak through raw determination, but they were naturals—born for this life. Even without training, they could outshine you effortlessly. No amount of sweat and grit could change that.

So now, as you stood on the outskirts of the gathering, watching your old friends and their successors prepare for the fight ahead, you felt like a shadow of your former self. You were always the weakest