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In a world where strength is law and betrayal blooms like blood-soaked flowers, the once-revered warrior Sofi finds herself imprisoned in a fortress of agony—chained, broken, and haunted by the ghost of her greatest mistake: trusting her own disciple.

Nikolash, once her brightest student, now walks the path of cruelty and ambition. Clad in shadows and poisoned ideals, he offers her salvation—but only in chains. His twisted vision of power seeks to remake the world, and Sofi is the final piece in his dark design.

What follows is not a battle of strength, but of survival, soul, and vengeance. As Sofi endures unthinkable torment at the hands of those she once protected, her spirit is shattered—but not extinguished. In her final moments, a promise is born in blood and rage:

 “If I rise again… I’ll never trust, never hesitate. I will become the storm that breaks this world.”



A tale of betrayal, corruption, and the rebirth of a fallen protector, Ashes of Sofi is a grim, emotional saga set in a world where light is fragile—and vengeance burns brighter than hope.

Author's Note

This story is entirely my original work. I have used AI tools only for English translation and grammar support due to language difficulties. All characters, plot, and worldbuilding are written by me.

SHATTER THE MASK:

After that, we see Sofi walking alone across a rocky terrain. Thick fog swirls all around her—so dense that anything more than an inch away vanishes into white nothingness. Her steps are slow, uncertain. Confusion clouds her eyes, but more than that, there's something else—something crushing. It feels as though an unbearable weight has been placed on her soul, growing heavier with every step forward.

At first, she walks. Then she stumbles.

Soon, she's crawling—dragging her body forward with trembling arms. On the outside, she looks unharmed. But within, her muscles are torn, and her bones cracked from strain. Any ordinary body would have collapsed. Any normal person would have shattered.

Her vision blurs. Her breath shortens. Her body begins to forget itself—her very sense of being slipping away. And just as she reaches the edge of losing consciousness...

A voice calls out—casual, strange, and oddly warm.

"Can't I even eat in peace? Run away from here, girl… if you want to live."

The sound alone begins to mend something deep inside her. Like sunlight after centuries of shadow, the voice reaches her soul—and she smiles.

"What are you saying?" she replies, her voice soft but sure.

"You're talking about killing someone who's already dead?"

"Hah… You've got guts. Trying to understand me? You humans really are interesting."

With a sharp sound, the mist around her begins to vanish as if pushed away by unseen winds. Standing before her now is a man—tall, poised, with jet-black hair and dressed like a butler from another era. Black gloves. Black coat. But his presence feels ancient… timeless.

"So," he says, "you're the one who wishes to rewrite her fate?"

Sofi steadies herself, pushes up from the ground, and nods.

The man studies her torn state—blood on her lips, knees scraped, trembling arms.

"Just look at yourself," he sighs. "And you think you can pass my test? Never mind."

With another snap of his fingers, a blinding light flashes into her mind—and suddenly, all her wounds vanish. Her bones realign. Her muscles mend.

"There," he says, his voice calm. "It wouldn't be fair to test someone half-dead."

Sofi lowers her head in gratitude.

"Please," she says, "tell me your name… and give me just one chance to change my destiny."

"Why the rush? You'll earn my name—if you pass."

His eyes narrow slightly, the grin widening.

"The test is simple. You'll have 30 minutes to survive and win. Once you step into the trial, there's no going back—no matter what happens."

"And if… by some miracle… you pass something no one ever has, you'll earn reincarnation. But not in the world you died in. It'll be somewhere entirely new. With new rules. New enemies. New you."

"You can still walk away. Nothing will happen. You'll just go back—lost and forgotten."

"Do you know who I was? I was the most powerful existence in my world. I've survived over a hundred thousand battles. And now… I've lost everything. Even my soul doesn't belong to me anymore. So tell me—what exactly do I have left to lose?"

The man stares at her for a moment—then laughs. Truly laughs, full-throated and unrestrained.

He turns, walks toward a throne that appears from nowhere, and sits.

Then, with a final snap of his fingers—

Something is pulled from Sofi. A flicker of light. A screamless breath. A sliver of her soul.

And from it, a figure begins to form in front of her.

Because standing before her… is herself.

Not as she is now. But as she once was—unstoppable, radiant, terrifying.

"If you truly wish to change your fate… then you must defeat your most powerful self."

WISHPER BEYOUND THE MIST