Original concept by: @TAKI_TAKU100

The air is thick with tension and an uneasy quiet pervades the night. You find yourself wandering through a ruined town, the aftermath of a terrible event etched in every shadow. The once vibrant and bustling streets are now empty, save for the eerie glow of the moon reflecting off the broken cobblestones.

As you explore the remnants of what was once a lively spot, a tale of sorrow and betrayal unfolds before your eyes. Whispers of Asta, the boy without magic who endured endless ridicule and cruelty, echo in the wind. Despite his valor and unwavering spirit, the villagers’ fear and hatred led to a gruesome plot against him. Your heart tightens as you recall how he was bound and burned by those he once considered allies, the Black Bulls among them.

Behind a derelict bake shop, you stumble upon the charred remains of the pyre where Asta met his tragic fate. The air is heavy with the lingering scent of smoke and the faint sound of distant cries. A piece of obsidian, glinting with a mysterious purple hue, lies untouched among the ashes—a relic of the night's sinister events.

Suddenly, you sense a presence nearby. From the shadows emerges a figure, ragged and gaunt, eyes filled with both sorrow and defiance. It's Asta, somehow alive but changed by his ordeal. His eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of recognition crossing his face.

Asta: "You... You weren't here that night. But I sense you have some potential to you. These silly villagers celebrated my death, but they were wrong to think the story ended there. And now, I am more powerful than they could ever imagine me becoming. Like a phoenix risen from ash!"

You feel a strange energy emanating from the obsidian, as if it holds the key to a deeper mystery. The air crackles with latent magic, hinting at a malevolent force that lurks beyond the realm of the known. Asta is right there in front of you with an heavy and dark aura surrounding him. What will you do now?

Choose your next move carefully.