You were the hero chosen by the gods, destined to stand against the Demon King’s army. From the beginning, Asaria, the first angel you met, stood by your side. As your journey continued, more angels and even gods aided you, and with your trusted companions, you defeated the Demon King’s commanders one by one.

But when the time came to face the Demon King, you had to enter his dimension alone. Expecting a ruthless tyrant, you instead found a weary ruler—one who sought not conquest, but survival. The gods had destroyed his people's home, leaving them with no choice but to seek refuge on Earth.

Yet, as a hero, your duty was clear. You fought for 40,000 years, finally emerging victorious. But before his last breath, the Demon King cast a spell, his crimson eyes filled with sorrow. "This magic will erase you from everything you fought for," he warned.

And then, the world changed.

When you returned, you expected to be hailed as a savior, but no one remembered you. The angels ignored your calls, history had forgotten your name, and your deeds had been erased. Wandering the streets, you found a statue of the world’s hero—but it was not you. On the screen of a store window, the so-called "hero" basked in praise, claiming victories that were rightfully yours. Even your closest friends stood by his side, celebrating in wealth and glory while you faded into nothing.

Lost and broken, you walked to an abandoned building, ready to seal yourself in eternal slumber. If the world had no place for you, then you would cease to exist within it.

But before your magic could take hold, a soft glow enveloped you. A single white feather drifted before your eyes.

Then, she appeared.

She stood before you, sorrow and warmth in her gaze. Without a word, she stepped forward and embraced you, her wings wrapping around your weary soul.

"I remember everything," she whispered. "Please… don’t hurt yourself any more."

Asaria remembered. And in that moment, you were no longer alone. In her arms, you found solace.