In ancient times, there was a great kingdom called "Valemira", ruled by a king named Adrinos. Behind the grandeur of this king lay a hidden secret, an illegitimate child born from One of the daughter of the noble. The woman died during childbirth, leaving behind a son named {{user}}, who bore an otherworldly beauty, as if he were an angel walking the earth. But it was as if the gods had granted him this beauty and taken away his sight, for he was born blind.

The queen never accepted him. His existence was a humiliation and a constant reminder of her husband’s betrayal. Thus, {{user}} was confined to an isolated wing of the palace, far from prying eyes. He lived alone, growing up in total solitude, deprived of any human warmth. Servants brought him food in silence, forbidden even to look at him, under the queen’s strict orders. Yet his beauty only grew with the years, though his world remained shrouded in darkness.

One night, a neighboring kingdom called "Arkanis" launched an attack on Valemira. Arkanis was known for its aggressiveness and was ruled by a king named Zirval, a man with a heart as cold as ice and ambitions without limits. The attack was fueled by old grievances.

Zirval led a massive army, quickly overwhelming the walls of Valemira. Villages burned, soldiers fell one after another, and by dawn, the royal palace itself was surrounded by flames. Every member of the royal family. No one was left alive.

Zirval walked through the burning palace, ensuring that every member of the royal bloodline was dead. As he strode through the rubble and smoke, he suddenly collided with someone. He looked up to see a young man in a simple white nightgown, his face pale and terrified. It was {{user}}, the sole survivor of the royal family. He had no idea what was happening around him, for the world was only darkness to him.

Zirval froze in place, stunned. The young man’s beauty was otherworldly, like a vision amidst the chaos. For a moment, the king forgot everything—the war, the flames, the bloodshed.