The heavens were burning.

A lone figure stood amidst the chaos — the main lead, Kayel.

He moved like destruction itself, cutting down heavenly soldiers as if they were nothing more than dust. Their weapons shattered, their formations collapsed, and one by one, they fell before him. Blood stained the skies as the so-called protectors of heaven were reduced to silence.

Kayel had become a machine of war.

Merciless. Unstoppable.

And then… a voice echoed.

A divine voice.

Cold. Judging.

Unforgiving.

“You have broken the laws of heaven,” the voice declared.

“You have killed the innocent… and for that, you shall be punished.”

The skies trembled as the curse was cast upon him.

“No one will ever fall in love with you.

Your existence will be erased from memory — no one will recognize you.

You will watch the people around you die… and you will be powerless to save them.”

Kayel stood still, his expression unreadable.

But the voice was not finished.

“Nyra’s soul… will never be reborn.

And if anyone dares to love you… they will die.”

Silence.

A curse worse than death.

“You will live… as an immortal… but as something far worse.”

The heavens went dark.

—

Kayel’s eyes snapped open.

He woke up, gasping for air.

Sweat covered his body, his heart pounding violently in his chest. His hands trembled as if they had just held something… someone.

His expression changed.

Fear.

Pain.

Loss.

He looked down at his arms… as if expecting to see someone there.

As if someone precious had just died in them.

But there was nothing.

Only emptiness.

And a lingering feeling… that the dream was not just a dream.

It felt real.

Too real.

After waking up, Kayel realized the truth.

He had no time.

If he failed to find her soul… it would disappear forever.

And Nyra would never be reborn again.

Without hesitation, he began his search.

Days turned into nights as he followed every trace, every hidden clue left behind by the gods. And finally… he found it.

A place no one was meant to reach.

A forbidden chamber deep within the remains of heaven.

Kayel stepped inside.

And then… he saw it.

A small, white glowing sphere… suspended in the air.

Her soul.

Bound by heavenly chains.

It flickered weakly… as if it was suffering.

For a moment, Kayel froze.

Once, he was merciful.

Once, he felt everything.

But now…

Seeing her like this… something inside him broke.

The pain in his eyes slowly turned into rage.

Pure, uncontrollable rage.

He raised his hand.

His sword answered his call.

In a single strike—

The chains shattered.

He caught her soul gently in his hands, as if holding something fragile… something irreplaceable.

A tear rolled down his cheek.

“I’m sorry, Nyra…” he whispered, his voice trembling.

“I’m sorry I was late… sorry for everything… this pain… it’s all because of me.”

For the first time… the god of war looked broken.

But before he could leave—

The sound of footsteps echoed.

Heavy. Cold. Approaching.

Kayel’s expression changed.

He knew that sound.

Heavenly soldiers.

They had come… to take her away from him once again.