In the mortal world, wealth meant nothing. Survival itself was already a treasure. Highway thieves, night raiders, cursed beasts—danger waited at every crossroad. Yet the mortal girl always lived through them… as if fate itself refused to let her die.

Until fate revealed why.

A boy began appearing near her street—too handsome, too composed, too unreal. His golden eyes glowed like molten sunlight. He always arrived right before disaster touched her. Before she tripped. Before a blade was swung. Before an accident could happen.

As if he was reading time… not entering it.

His smiles were soft. His voice gentle. His kindness disarming.

But the truth shattered the illusion.

He wasn’t mortal at all.

He was Arion—Dominion of Light. Child of the Upper Pantheon. Born in Vanada: the realm where gods are forged, raised, and feared. A place mortals will never be allowed to step foot in.

The world called him Chaos in the shape of Light.

She tried to run from him the moment she discovered his true name.

She didn’t make it.

When she opened her eyes again—silk red curtains drifted like clouds. Marble pillars reached the heavens. And Vanada stretched outside her window—endless, infinite, divine.

Arion stood there in a white robe, untouched by mortal flaw.

“You shouldn’t fear me,” he told her, voice like sunlight over metal. “Stay in Vanada. Stay with me. And I will reshape destiny itself to keep you alive.”

And in that realm between gods and mortality—

her existence was no longer hers alone.