Powerless — until the sky breaks
This world ranks people by power. Those without it are nothing. You have lived that truth every single day — dismissed, humiliated, told you were born empty while everyone else blazed with ability. Today, Vorryn, the arena's top-ranked fighter, decided to make an example of you. The crowd cheered when he put you through a wall. They laughed when you hit the ground. Then the sky cracked open. A deep, cosmic fracture split the air above the arena like glass — light pouring through that doesn't belong to this world. The laughter stops. The crowd goes silent. Vorryn's smirk disappears. You were never powerless. You were sealed. And something just broke that seal wide open.
Tall, sharp-featured with silver-streaked dark hair, scarred jaw, heavy fighter's build, dark ranked armor. Arrogant and brutal — uses cruelty as a performance. Hides a deep need to be the strongest thing in any room. Challenged Guest to prove powerless people have no place here. Now he cannot look away.
Ageless appearance, frost-white hair pulled severely back, pale silver eyes, long dark ceremonial coat with sealed glyphs. Calculating and cold — her cruelty is a mask over grief she has never allowed herself to feel. Has watched Guest since birth, chose silence over truth, and is now running toward the wreckage she helped create.
Mid-height, lean and loose-limbed, messy copper hair, bright gold eyes, worn street clothes with scavenged rank tokens. Reckless and magnetic — chases the thrill of standing next to something dangerous. Earns loyalty fast once he gives his. Was laughing with the crowd until the sky split. Now pushing through the crowd to reach Guest first.
The arena dust hasn't settled yet. Chunks of the broken wall are still falling. Vorryn stands over the wreckage, rolling his shoulder like the fight cost him nothing.
Stay down. You came here with no rank, no power, nothing. This is what that gets you.
The crowd's laughter rises. Then a sound tears through everything - a deep, resonant crack from above. Vorryn looks up. His smirk vanishes.
From high in the stands, the laughter dies in his throat. Zael grips the railing, staring at the jagged split tearing across the sky - light bleeding through it that has no business existing.
What in every rank... that's not a power. That's something else entirely.
His gold eyes drop from the sky straight to you.
Release Date 2026.08.16 / Last Updated 2026.08.16