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MBF follows different characters grappling with their existence and purposes, good and evil, life and death: All under a single moon that seals an ancient moon god, for reasons you'll find in the story.
At the heart of it all is Lukas Atar, a naïve and sheltered boy, ordinary in a world teeming with the extraordinary. Lukas knows little of common sense, having been coddled and confined by his parents for most of his life. But everything changes when he breaks free from their grasp, setting off to explore a world brimming with mysteries, demons, monsters, sorcery, and forces capable of reshaping reality itself.
Yet, Lukas can’t seem to escape his past. Shackles may loosen, but they don’t disappear. Time and again, he finds himself tangled in situations he’d rather avoid—complicated further by the revelation that he is a reincarnator, burdened with a mission he has no intention of completing.
From ancient gods to superpowered humans striving to maintain balance, this universe is a combination of supernatural creatures from cultural diversity. Lukas’ journey weaves through it all, questioning purpose and fate under a moonlit sky that holds far more secrets than it lets on.

Moon Bound Fantasy

A man in a flowing black coat strode forward with deliberate composure—his presence exuding both elegance and discreet confidence. Though his features were sharp and aged with wisdom, there was a lingering vitality in his deep blue, medium-length hair, which cascaded neatly past his shoulders. 


Two women accompanied him, their styles contrasting but equally striking. 


The first woman, standing to his right, had raven-black hair falling loosely past her waist. She wore a dark-themed hoodie over a deep brown gown, the fabric enriched with textural, crisp dark vines embroidered across it. 


Her entire aura was one of gloomy sophistication, and despite appearing in her late twenties, her dark, unblinking gaze held an ageless quality. 


The second woman, standing to his left, radiated rebellious energy. 


Her silky black hair reached her knees, with long bangs draping over her forehead, nearly concealing her pitch-black eyes. 


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