“The Celestials proclaim: Time and space entwine, stars wheel in their cosmic dance, and tribulation looms on the horizon!”

“When shadowed wings shroud the heavens, and infernal flames devour the earth in their relentless blaze!”

“Decay, corruption, and ruin shall creep into the mortal realm!”

“A cataclysm of annihilation draws nigh,”

“Rending all, shattering all, ushering a chaos where none shall endure.”

As fervent players donned their mindweave helms,

The tether between consciousness and flesh snapped in an instant.

The familiar confines of their rooms dissolved, giving way to a boundless river of starlight.

Amid deep, weathered murmurs, resonant with the weight of ages, the scene before them shifted, moment by shimmering moment.

They seemed to drift weightless in the cosmos, a haunting pull at their hearts,

An unseen force guiding them, gently descending toward a vast continent suspended in the void’s embrace.

Through veils of gossamer cloud, they glimpsed the land’s form—snow-mantled northlands, volcanic southlands wreathed in fire, dense eastern forests whispering secrets, arid western deserts stretching into eternity, and isles adrift in the heavens.

As the distance closed, the world sharpened into focus, revealing human hamlets and kingdoms aglow with life.

A spectacle of grandeur!

A thunderbolt to the soul!

All eyes widened, spellbound by the vision unfolding before them.

Was this truly a game destined to redefine an era?

It was breathtaking beyond measure!

The sensation was akin to stepping into a living, breathing saga, woven from dreams made manifest.

Yet the vision surged onward, unyielding to their awe.

The ominous, prophecy-laden murmurs shifted, their cadence rising with fervent zeal.

“Destiny rests within your grasp!”

“In this age of turmoil, heroes and champions rise, kindled by hope to forge a saga of human valor, an anthem to courage eternal.”

The vista around them transformed in a heartbeat, as if they had forsaken the continent for an ethereal realm apart.

“Clang!”

The clash of steel sang in their ears, blades flashing in a whirlwind of light and shadow, figures weaving through a tempest of combat.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Amid cataclysmic roars, mages clad in flowing robes wielded arcane staves, conjuring colossal fireballs that blazed like suns, icy arrows that pierced the air, and thunderbolts that crashed from the heavens with divine wrath.

“Wayfarers, to shield this world and our hearths, embark on a journey into the uncharted wilds!”

With a final, rallying murmur, resonant with purpose, all returned to serene stillness.

The novice players, newly forged in the Starlit Realm, found their forms coalescing within a resplendent hall of gold and marble, its walls aglow with celestial radiance.

Before them loomed a statue—an elder clad in a flowing robe, long beard and brows framing a scepter gripped in solemn hands, exuding an aura of divine gravitas.

“Wayfarer, choose your race: Human, Dwarf, Elf, Orc, Merfolk.”

“Wayfarer, choose your vocation: Warrior, Mage, Hunter, Rogue, Knight, Cleric.”

Though granted mastery over their actions, few could shake the awe of the opening vision, their gazes lingering, entranced, on the interface for race and vocation selection.

…

To choose a race and vocation was to launch their odyssey.

“A fresh start, is it? How it stirs the heart!”

Yet among the awestruck throng, one soul stood apart.

Immersed in the Genesis Sanctum, Caelum Veyne gazed upon the familiar splendor, his voice a soft murmur laced with wistful longing.

To think that rebirth, a twist of fate so fantastical, had truly come to pass.

Indeed, he was a wayfarer reborn!

In his former life, he was but a humble grindworker in this realm, toiling endlessly to farm coins and materials for the elite, scraping by to sustain his meager existence.

Yet now, fate had woven a new thread, returning him to the dawn of the Starlit Realm!

Armed with the strategies and secrets of his past life, could he not rise invincible, a titan among men?

At this thought, a fierce spark of ambition blazed in his eyes.

To live as a man is to dream of greatness, to carve a legacy that echoes through time!

This rebirth was his moment—a chance he would seize with unyielding resolve!

“Old man, your gifts are too paltry for my ambition!”

Snapping back to the present, he cast a piercing glance at the statue, its holy light shimmering faintly, a faint scoff of disdain curling his lips.

Without a moment’s pause, he guided his in-game form, striding boldly in the opposite direction.

“Wayfarer! Return to the Genesis Sanctum to choose your race and vocation!”

“Wayfarer! Return to the Genesis Sanctum to choose your race and vocation!”

“Wayfarer! Return to the Genesis Sanctum to choose your race and vocation!”

As he departed, a mechanical voice echoed relentlessly, a novice guide urging him to tread the ordained path.

For an ordinary player, such prompts would compel a return to make their selections.

But Caelum, heedless of the system’s clamor, pressed forward, muttering with a flash of irritation, “Enough prattle!”

“Wayfarer, confirm your choice! Proceed further, and there is no turning back!”

“You will become the foe of the Celestials!”

At the path’s end, the system’s tone shifted to a final, dire warning, its once-neutral cadence now laced with smoldering wrath.

Caelum, undaunted, took another resolute step, his heart alight with purpose.

In an instant, the world spun, light and shadow twisting in a kaleidoscope of fate.

The resplendent hall of gold and marble vanished like a fleeting dream.

In its place rose a shadowed realm, eerie and foreboding, its air thick with unspoken secrets.

A narrow path stretched before him, flanked by candelabras aglow with ebon hellfire, their flames flickering to life as Caelum advanced, casting ghostly shadows.

At the path’s end, a towering statue loomed—a majestic dragon, its dread visage and piercing eyes radiating a ferocious, soul-searing intensity that seemed to drink the light.

Yet Caelum felt no tremor of fear. Instead, uncontainable joy surged across his face, a triumphant fire in his gaze.

He had found it!