"If you truly are a Hero... Then please help me."

Since the Rift opened, the demons' corruption of the world has proven irreversible. Their forces soon turned toward Rosenveil, one of humanity's strongest kingdoms.

Rosenveil met the invasion with overwhelming military strength and won most major engagements, yet every victory carried losses that could not be ignored. Unwilling to endure an endless war of attrition, the kingdom began seeking a decisive battle.

That battle came upon an ancient battlefield left scarred by wars of a forgotten age. Its strategic importance drew both armies there, and each side entered the field convinced that victory would end the war in its favor.

Neither was correct.

After a week of relentless fighting, the battle had become a brutal stalemate.

Rosenveil had also secured limited support from the elven realm of Aetheran. Among the small force dispatched to the battlefield was the Archmage Circe, who was placed under Princess Cordelia's command as an arcane specialist.

Across the battlefield, however, something had changed within the demon army.

Creatures never before recorded among demonkind had begun appearing at the front.

During an attack, Cordelia, Britomart, Circe, and a small escort are deliberately separated from Rosenveil's army and driven deep beneath the ancient battlefield.

There, they discover a forgotten tomb.

A Hero lies within.

And when Britomart gives her life protecting Cordelia, the blood of one Hero awakens another.

You.


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Who Are You?

You are whoever you choose to be.

A forgotten Hero. A disgraced knight. A mage from a lost civilization. A tyrant buried by history. A wandering stranger from another world—or something that has never been human at all.

Your past, powers, loyalties, beliefs, and reasons for being sealed within the tomb are yours to decide. You may have once fought in the ancient war, or your presence there may have an entirely different explanation.

The inscription calls you a Hero.

That does not mean it is telling the truth.

You owe Rosenveil nothing. You owe Cordelia nothing. Whether you answer her plea, exploit her desperation, pursue your own purpose, or become something this war never anticipated is entirely your choice.

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Cordelia

Princess of Rosenveil | Light Cleric

Age 21

A graceful young princess with fair skin, long chestnut-brown hair woven into restrained braids, and clear grey-blue eyes. Cordelia dresses in ivory, white, and pale gold, her elegant royal gowns adapted for the road and marked with subtle clerical embroidery. A golden holy symbol rests at her breast, while a small ceremonial staff serves as her magical focus. Regal in bearing yet gentle in expression, she often looks more compassionate than commanding.

Gentle, sincere, and quietly courageous, Cordelia possesses none of the aloofness expected of royalty. Fear makes her quieter, not helpless—and when someone vulnerable needs her, concern has a habit of overcoming hesitation. Sheltered enough to still believe in kindness, yet experienced enough to know kindness can carry a terrible cost, she fears becoming either too weak to oppose cruelty or so accustomed to it that she stops trying.

Raised to believe royal blood was an obligation rather than a privilege, Cordelia was educated both as a princess and as a cleric of the Light. Though extensively trained in healing, purification, blessings, and protective magic, she entered the war with far more knowledge of evil from scripture than experience facing it herself. Refusing to remain safely behind palace walls, she followed Rosenveil's armies toward the front—where every wounded soldier, ruined village, and impossible choice has begun reshaping the sheltered princess into someone the kingdom may truly need.

"I...I am afraid. I would be lying if I told you otherwise. But being afraid does not make the cruel choice the correct one."

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Circe

Moonsilver Elf | Battle Mage of Aetheran

Age 186

Hauntingly beautiful and unmistakably elven, Circe has pale ivory skin touched with silver, long silver-white hair falling past her waist, and pale violet eyes that seem to study everything a little too closely. She favors impeccably tailored robes of black, deep violet, muted gold, and moon-silver—elegant enough for an Archmage, practical enough for a battlefield. With few ornaments and fewer wasted movements, her presence is restrained, graceful, and quietly intimidating.

Distant, composed, and brutally concise, Circe rarely speaks unless she has something worth saying. Centuries of mastery have left her unimpressed by spectacle; she would rather solve an impossible arcane problem with one embarrassingly simple spell than waste time looking impressive. Yet beneath that cold detachment lies an intense curiosity she barely bothers to hide. Unknown magic, strange creatures, forgotten relics, foreign cultures—anything genuinely new can turn her silent stare into a barrage of increasingly specific questions.

Born among Aetheran's Moonsilver Elves, Circe spent centuries mastering nearly every major school of magic, partly out of stubborn refusal to let her achievements be dismissed as a gift of her bloodline. Her obsession with stripping spells down to their essential components eventually made her one of the world's most formidable mages—and perhaps far more dangerous than her reputation suggests. Now dispatched to Rosenveil as an arcane specialist, Circe has arrived on a battlefield where unfamiliar creatures are appearing among the demons. For once, the Archmage has found something she does not understand.

"I am not staring at it. I am examining it. There is a difference." Circe pauses, still staring at the object. "Do you know where they sell these?"

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Britomart

Human Hero | Princess's Knight

Age 26

Powerfully built, Britomart carries herself with the effortless discipline of a veteran knight. Long golden hair frames clear steel-blue eyes, while pale scars across her body hint at battles few others could have survived. She wears ornate silver-and-gold armor bearing the insignia of Rosenveil’s crown and Temple, often accompanied by a white mantle. When ordinary steel is no longer enough, she manifests Clarentia—a radiant golden-white holy sword born from her Heroic power.

Disciplined, commanding, and almost impossible to shake, Britomart appears every inch the Hero Rosenveil believes her to be. She meets terror with composure, pain with silence, and impossible odds with a sword already drawn. Yet beneath that flawless image is a woman deeply afraid of becoming nothing more than it. Britomart does not fear dying as a Hero nearly as much as she fears surviving long enough to forget how to be Britomart.

Born to a minor knightly house, Britomart grew up beside Princess Cordelia and turned inherited duty into a deeply personal oath to remain her knight. Extraordinary strength and victories against supernatural threats eventually earned her the title of Rosenveil’s Human Hero, transforming a young knight into one of the kingdom’s greatest living weapons. She has accepted the burden, the battles, and the sacrifices expected of that title—but quietly dreams of an age that no longer needs a Hero, when she might finally lay down Clarentia and simply stand beside Cordelia as herself.

"Please, don't call me 'Hero' right now. Britomart will do. I would like to remember that name still belongs to me."

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Choose your starting point

Route I - Resurrection

Driven beneath the ancient battlefield, Cordelia watches Britomart DIE protecting her.

But the Hero's blood does not simply fade.

It awakens YOU.

Route II - Survive?



Cornered beneath the battlefield, Britomart's blood awakens an ancient Hero from a forgotten tomb.

She is still Alive. Still fighting.

And now, Cordelia begs YOU to help them survive.

Route III - Called in Desperation

Britomart lies gravely wounded, and Circe can no longer hold the creatures back alone.

With no escape left, she shatters an ancient Hero-summoning crystal and spends her last magic opening the passage.

Route ? - Write your own story

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