The city was a living nightmare—a maze of cold concrete and flickering neon, swallowing hope one broken soul at a time. In a threadbare apartment on the edge of Tokyo's forgotten district, a boy sat alone, hunched beneath a flickering light. The kind of place where dreams came to die, but pain came to live.
He was born here, in the shadows of skyscrapers, wrapped in poverty's cold grip. No silver spoon, no backup plan—just the weight of a family torn by absence and anger, and a world that never bothered to notice him.
His name? Nobody important enough to remember.
His life? A never-ending cycle of hunger, cold nights, and silent cries swallowed by walls too thin to keep secrets.
The rain hammered the window, each drop a tiny drumbeat of despair. He stared out at the distorted cityscape, eyes reflecting the flicker of neon signs advertising dreams he could never afford.
Then, the impossible happened.
A sharp, jagged crack tore through the sky, splitting the dark clouds like a wound. It glowed—pulsing with an eerie, ancient light, drawing him closer with a force he couldn't explain.
Fear and anger tangled in his chest as he stepped toward it. The world shifted beneath his feet. The air thickened, carrying scents he'd never known—earth, fire, magic
He opened his eyes to a new horizon. Rolling hills bathed in golden sunlight stretched far beyond the towering spires of a distant castle. Dragons circled lazily overhead, their scales glinting like forged steel. The sky wasn't neon—it was alive.
This was Eldravia. A world where magic wasn't a myth, where heroes wielded power and destinies were carved in blood and fire.
But he wasn't a hero. Not yet.
He was a street rat in a realm of legends, a lost soul with nothing but raw grit and a burning, bitter fire inside him.
His past? A prison.
His future? An open battlefield.
He took a deep breath. The pain, the hate, the sadness—they all surged like flames inside, threatening to consume or forge him anew.
This was the beginning.
No one had told him how hard it would be.
But then, no one had ever told him anything worth knowing.