Night covered the kingdom of Atheria with an unusual silence.
A gentle wind drifted past the towering spires of the palace.
On the highest balcony stood Lunaria.
Her silver hair moved softly in the night breeze.
Her eyes were closed, as always.
But tonight…
Something felt different.
Suddenly—
Her heart began to beat faster.
A strange sensation spread through her body, like a whisper coming from far away.
Lunaria frowned.
A vision appeared in her mind.
A man walking alone among the ruins of a broken world.
Shadows moved, following every step he took.
A powerful aura… yet filled with loneliness.
Lunaria suddenly opened her eyes.
A soft blue light glowed within them.
"This… is impossible…"
She gazed up at the night sky.
The moon, half-covered by shadow, felt closer than usual.
Lunaria placed a hand over her chest.
She could feel it.
Someone's presence.
Someone who was supposed to exist only within her visions.
But this time it felt different.
Not merely a glimpse of the future.
He truly exists in this world.
Lunaria whispered softly.
"Arken…"
At the same time—
Far away in the borderlands.
In a village that had just been saved from the creatures of the Void, Arken stood alone in the middle of an empty road.
The night wind moved quietly around him.
Suddenly—
He stopped walking.
His eyes lifted toward the sky.
For a moment, the shadows around him trembled as if sensing something.
Arken narrowed his eyes slightly.
An aura… very faint, yet familiar.
It had been a long time since he had last felt that aura.
He murmured quietly.
"Lunaria…"
The night wind blew stronger.
Beneath the sky where an eclipse was slowly forming—
Two souls bound by fate finally sensed each other's presence.
Yet the distance between them was still vast.
And the world did not yet know…
That their meeting would change everything.