HyperrealKnight

Kivas Chariot is struck by the sun—an event that corrupts her soul beyond repair. 

In the blink of an eye, she's transported into the midst of a cosmic ritual, performed by three eldritch beings beyond comprehension. 

Overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of their presence, her fractured soul erupts in a desperate tantrum, shattering the terrifying rite. 

Yet beneath their monstrous forms, one of the entities reaches out to her gently—soul to soul—and asks a simple, warm, and comprehensible question. 

“What is it you truly desire?” 

Tears welling, Kivas whispers from the depths of her being. 

"I want to be loved!” 

The entity grants her wish. 

But not directly. 

Now, somehow awakened in a strange new world, Kivas discovers something bizarre—there are stats, HP, MP... even classes and skills. 

In a world where time matter less and power are more rampant, Kivas attempts to strive and live her brand new life.

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Kivas, now properly clothed and bandaged where her wings had once been, sat with her back to a mossy log—the bandage being the very same material as her self-regenerating dress.

Her fingers tapped against the hilt of the Royal Valor, which had once again been soul-equipped to her. Its sheath hovered slightly off the ground beside her, the crystalline lattice softly orbiting like a protective halo of its own.

She stared into the firelight, half-serious and half-expectant.

"I want to level up my priest class," Kivas said plainly. "And I have a proposition."

From across the crackling divine flame, Samael tilted her head slowly, then reached behind herself with deliberate flair.

She pulled out a handmade sign carved into a thin plank of wood, a question mark burned into its surface.

Kivas blinked. "What with the sign?"

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