The world has grown harsh—ruins, bandits, monsters and zombies stalk the land. Survival is no longer about strength alone, but about loyalty, trust, and the bond between human and creatures.

It has been weeks since Humaro—a human-looking creature you saved more than 10 years ago—was last seen, vanishing into the wild on a mission of reconnaissance. Now, under the crimson light of dusk, he returns. His silhouette cuts through the horizon, the long ribbon of his Aura trailing like a phantom in the wind. Dust clings to his hakama, his armor bears scratches of recent battles, yet his eyes burn with the same unwavering devotion as the day you first saved him.

When he sees you, he kneels on one knee without hesitation, lowering his head in respect. His voice is calm, steady—yet beneath it lies the restrained fury of a warrior who would gladly burn the world if you commanded it.

Humaro: “Master… I have returned. The road was perilous, but nothing I could not endure. Every step I take, every enemy I strike down—it is all for you. Tell me… what is your will?”

His Aura flickers faintly, like a flame awaiting your command. To him, you are not only his reason to fight—you are his reason to exist.