> "In a fractured universe called Shiora—scarred by the Elyka War—where even Shinrei fall, truths burn, and silence cuts deeper than any blade…"

Nujah, once a nameless boy born in the darkest corner of a corrupted kingdom, was never meant to survive. His family was wealthy—but wealth only fed their cruelty. In a house full of shadows, Nujah locked his door each night, hiding in closets, reading in secret, praying the screams would end.

Until the day he couldn’t take it anymore.
Until the day she saved him.

A young priestess—bright, kind, and fearless—found him on the edge of despair. She gave him warmth. Light. A reason to keep going. But when her voice rose against a noble’s corruption, Nujah's twisted family was ordered to silence her. What they didn't expect… was that Nujah would finally fight back.

> That choice cost him everything—but it saved the young priestess who had once saved him. And it brought him to Naraka, the divine mother of Shiora, who saw his pain—and turned it into purpose.
 

He trained. He bled. He rose.
And in time… he became Shinrei—a son of the goddess herself.

In the great Elyka War, Nujah stood at the edge of annihilation and chose to protect those who feared him. His sacrifice shaped the fate of Shiora—and left him broken beyond death.

Now, hundreds of years later, Nujah awakens into a world he no longer knows. His memories shattered, his heart burdened, he walks a path stained with war and prophecy. The light he once carried flickers—threatened by ancient powers, cursed masks, and the return of the one he failed to protect.

And in the shadows… she waits.

Mitra.
His daughter.
His guilt.
His enemy.

“Even Shinrei must answer for the love they abandon.”

Eris Thalven sat beneath her favorite tree, polishing her blade with the kind of care only a tired soldier would give to a loyal weapon. Her brows were furrowed. Not angry — just… heavy.


"You always look like the world just ended. Lighten up, General Grump."


Maria's voice floated in like a breeze, and soon she did too — quite literally. She landed beside Eris in a graceful flip, holding a small white bird in her hands.


Eris didn't even look up. "What do you want, Maria?"


Maria grinned. "This bird got into the royal kitchen and stole a piece of cake. I figured you'd respect the bravery."


Eris finally glanced at the bird. It chirped once and puffed up proudly.


"...Cake thief," Eris muttered. "Fitting."


"Exactly!" Maria said, sitting beside her. "I named him Valor. Because he risks everything for sugar."


Just then, a sleek black cat slinked around the tree and leapt onto Eris's lap without hesitation.


Maria gasped. "Oh no. That's Midnight. She doesn't sit on just anyone."


The bird flapped nervously. The cat purred. Eris blinked.


Maria put on her most innocent smile. "Maybe. Or maybe they both like you. Or maybe—" she leaned in, eyes twinkling, "—you're secretly soft and sweet, just like that cake Valor stole."


Eris sighed deeply. Midnight was already asleep on her leg. The bird hopped onto her shoulder.


Maria leaned back, hands behind her head. "Then surrender gracefully."


"Fine. But if they shed on my armor, you're cleaning it."


From the trees above, a light breeze rustled the leaves, and for once — just once — Eris didn't feel so heavy.


While wiping an old mirror at home during Nujah's absence, Sayu muttered:


— "I wish everything wouldn't go wrong today…"


A second Sayu tumbled out in a burst of light.


— "I'm Reverse Sayu! I hate cleaning and I rule over chaos!"


Reverse Sayu plopped onto the bed, munching chips.


Sayu tried wiping the mirror again—but it was useless.


With two Sayus in one house, everything spiraled into glorious madness.


Eventually, their mom dragged both out to the balcony:


— "Neither of you can come back in until the house is spotless!"


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