The world had no idea what was coming.
For centuries, the people of Solaria had lived in the golden light,
celebrating peace, worshiping the memory of Arin, the Hero of Light.
But in the shadows — in the forgotten corners of the world —
something stirred.
Kai had felt it first.
A strange burning in his chest.
A yearning that didn't belong to him.
He had no idea what it was, only that it was pulling him.
It was like a whisper in the back of his mind,
something ancient, something that felt…
wrong.
He stared at the mark on his hand,
the sigil that had appeared one night without warning.
A black, twisted symbol —
a cursed sigil.
It pulsed with an eerie, cold glow.
He didn't understand it.
He didn't even know if it was real.
But every time he touched it, his heart quickened.
The Prince of Darkness.
The prophecy had always haunted him.
He had heard it in the streets.
He had heard it whispered in the halls of the Academy.
That the Abyss still breathed.
That the Prince of Darkness would rise again.
But what did that mean for him?
Why was he marked?
And then there was Arin.
She was everything the world adored.
The perfect descendent of the House of Veyla.
The Hero of the light.
She, too, had noticed something strange in the air.
A sense that things weren't right.
That the world was holding its breath.
The sigil on her wrist had appeared too —
the sigil of the Hero.
It shone bright like the sun,
glowing golden whenever her soul called upon it.
But she, too, had no memories of her past life.
She only knew one thing:
She was meant to protect this world.
She was meant to keep it safe.
The Academy watched her every move.
They expected her to be a savior.
They worshiped her as the Light.
But deep inside, she knew she was not perfect.
No one told her the truth.
No one told her that she was born to carry Arin's legacy,
but her soul felt disconnected from the past.
The sigil of the Hero, which she wore,
burned her heart when she thought of the past.
She didn't know why she felt this way,
why it all felt so wrong.
Why Kai felt so familiar.
The Prophecy, so long buried in the dust of history,
slowly began to awaken with every day they spent at the Academy.
"The Abyss still breathes.
The Prince of Darkness stirs beneath the Veil.
The Heroes will rise from the ashes.
And only they will stand between the world and its doom."
Arin, unaware, stood at the gates of the Academy,
gazing out at the horizon.
She felt the weight of history pressing down on her,
as if the world were waiting for something.
Something… dark.
And then the sigils pulsed together,
the Hero's sigil and the Abyss's sigil.
The glow of gold and black entwined —
unseen to all, but felt in the depths of their hearts.
The world didn't understand what was coming.
The world thought it was safe.
But the cracks were growing.
The Abyss would return.
And the Prince of Darkness would rise from within their midst.
The students gathered for training that day,
the fresh faces of the next generation.
Their futures were uncertain.
Their roles unclear.
But one thing was certain:
The Hero's sigil would burn.
The Prince's sigil would awaken.
And the final test of light and darkness was beginning.