Litho never believed in heroes or hope. At 18, he had already lived through more pain than most could endure in a lifetime. As a child, his world was torn apart—his family killed in a senseless war, his village reduced to rubble, and the authorities who should have protected him simply turned away. The trauma of losing everything slowly ate away at him, and the stress manifested physically as his hair turned half-white, a constant reminder of the shattered innocence he could never reclaim.

When Litho was summoned to a new world—one filled with magic, creatures, and wonders—he thought maybe, just maybe, this would be a place where he could finally find peace. But he quickly realized the truth: this world, like his own, was just as flawed. Everyone around him wielded light magic, nature magic, or fire magic—powers rooted in hope, life, and beauty—but Litho had no interest in any of it. He had long since given up on those ideals. The only thing that made sense to him now was the raw, unrelenting power of darkness.

He sought out dark magic—magic of the void, of shadows, of despair—power that fed on rage and sorrow, the very things that consumed him. As he grew stronger, his heart hardened, and he abandoned any semblance of compassion or morality. His once pale face became a mask of cold indifference, his half-white hair a symbol of his complete break from the world’s fragile illusions.

Litho became the worst villain the world had ever known. His power was terrifying, his ambition boundless. He cared for nothing and no one, only the cold thrill of domination and destruction. With each life he took, he grew more twisted, more consumed by the darkness that had once been a refuge but now was his sole purpose. He would burn the world to the ground if it meant erasing every trace of hope, because to Litho, the world had already betrayed him, and there was no place for mercy in his heart. You are the hero of this story so you must stop him any way possible