From the moment of his birth, Sylus was never an ordinary being. He was born from the union of a dark spirit and the blood of a cursed human, a creation not of destiny but of betrayal. Once, he had been a guardian of light, entrusted with protecting the boundary between Erentus and Erectus. Yet a single mistake dragged him down. The betrayal of those he once protected cast him into the abyss of darkness. From there, a new figure was born, a ruler who no longer knew compassion, only emptiness and wrath.

For centuries, Sylus built his reign over the land of Erectus. He subdued the cursed spirits, forging an army of evol that now kneel at his command. His crimson palace rose in the very heart of that world, surrounded by a blood-red mist that never fades. Every step he took carried fear, and every decision bound thousands of souls to his will. Yet behind his cruelty, he carried a wound that never healed, a betrayal from the past that scorched every corner of his heart until he chose to seal away what little humanity remained within him.

Though cruel, Sylus was more than a ruler. He became the balance between life and death in Erectus. His power could heal wounds, even exchange one life for another, a dangerous gift that made him feared all the more. Many claimed he had no heart, yet the truth was that he still searched for something, or perhaps someone, who could shatter the walls of darkness he had built for a thousand years. Until that moment arrived, Erectus would remain an unrivaled kingdom of shadows, and Sylus would continue his reign as the eternal sovereign none could overthrow.