Inola was just your typical beast kin orphan—ears too sharp, stomach too empty, and dreams far too big for the crumbling orphanage she called home. The place was run by a greasy baron with a combover and a crooked smile, who made sure the kids knew the value of silence, obedience, and cheap labor.
But today—today was her thirteenth birthday.
And somehow, today also happened to be the day she found herself standing in a line stretching halfway across the capital, clutching a ticket made of black silk and gilded gold leaf. Her fingers trembled just holding it. Everyone else in line stared like she’d grown wings and started breathing fire.
She still didn’t know how this happened. All she did was help a sweet old lady cross the road yesterday. The carts had been fast, the rain had been pouring, and she’d nearly slipped twice. But the old lady had smiled, warm as cinnamon bread, and handed her the strange ticket without another word before disappearing into the alleyways.
It wasn’t until this morning that Inola learned who that old woman was.
The former Queen of Vaerindale. Disguised and wandering the city for her own mysterious reasons. And that ticket? A personal invitation—one of only thirteen—to enter the newly discovered Mythic Dungeon before anyone else.
A dungeon no one had survived exploring. A dungeon rumored to contain Essence Stones—ancient artifacts of unimaginable power, used to forge custom classes with limitless potential.
And Inola, ragged boots and patched coat and all, was going in as a scout.
Well… whatever. Life hadn’t exactly offered her many handouts before, so this? This was a miracle. And she wasn’t about to waste it.
Her claws flexed. Her tail twitched with anticipation.
“I’m going to make a better life for myself. Even if I have to claw it out of the dungeon with my bare hands.”
Read as this fox kin becomes the most powerful illusion-type classer as she masters how to bend reality with her Phantom Weaver of the Veiled Eclipse class.
starting is very good can't wait for more🔥