I never asked for this.
The world I created, the world I thought I understood, has become a prison, a twisted labyrinth where nothing is as it seems.
Trapped inside my own story, I’m forced to play by rules I didn’t write, and survival has become a game where the price is paid in blood.
A strange mark pulses on my wrist, a Primordial Echo that grants me power, but at what cost?
Every fight is a step further into the darkness, every kill, a little more of my soul stripped away. Yet, I have no choice but to keep moving forward. There’s something I need to do. A wish I must grant. But Emil, the protagonist who pulled me here, won’t even tell me what it is.
I thought I knew what it meant to live, to fight. But now, as I stare down the creatures of this world, the blood on my hands, I’m starting to understand the truth.
This world doesn’t care about your past, your intentions, or your survival. It only cares about one thing, power. And if you can’t take it, you’ll be crushed by it.
The fight for my life has just begun.
