In ancient times, the high faerie lords sought to conquer all realms and demand worship as 'gods', but faced resistance from Astara, the demon realm.

A prophecy foretold the creation of an indestructible soul that would split into two parts. One with accurate insight and compassion, the other with overwhelming strength and immortality. These souls would inhabit an Astaran man and woman, and together, they would destroy the high faerie lords and their entire foundation, ending the era of the faeries.

Fearing the prophecy, the faerie leader banished the girl with the power of insight to another world through a portal when she was a baby. However, in an unforeseen twist, his son wandered into the portal, ending up in the world she had been banished to.

Matian Meilin stepped off the bus, clutching her suitcase. Her smooth, lustrous dark-brown hair flowed down to her lower back, swaying with each step she took with a smile. Her long eyelashes framed her big, almond-shaped eyes, and her black winged eyeliner accentuated the hypnotic darkness of her eyes.

"I can't believe I'm here, Yuming!" Meilin's eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke into her lilac-colored headphones. 'I prayed to God for so many nights for this.'

"And you deserve all of it! You worked hard to get there. Just... make sure you don't forget me, okay? Call me whenever you need anything," Yuming's warm, reassuring voice crackled through the connection.

"Forget you? That'll never happen! I promise to call you every. single. day."

"Okay, maybe not every single day," Yuming quipped.

Meilin laughed, but her smile faltered as her gaze shifted to the towering buildings scraping the sky, their shadows slicing through the morning light. 'I have to make this work... there's no Plan B.'

The aroma of fresh coffee wafted from nearby cafés, and she lingered by street vendors offering mouthwatering delicacies.

"You know, Yuming, today might be the best day of my life! If I don't ruin it... But maybe, just maybe, I want to believe I have a chance at something better."

"A chance to live with a gorgeous man like Han?" Yuming teased.

"Han? Really? Do you have eye disease or something?"

"True, you're excited for Ningshun."

"That's not THE ONLY reason I'm excited," Meilin's face flushed a deep shade of pink as chuckles buzzed through the headphones.

"Woah, Meilin, I was worried about you—a girl—living in a dorm full of men. But now I think they should be more afraid of you!" Yuming continued the joke, trying to ease Meilin's veiled worry.

"Sh-Shut up!" Meilin laughed along, her blush lingering on her delicate, once-fair cheeks. The crowd's noise and the distant roar of traffic faded as a large building came into view. "Oh my God. I see the headquarters! What do I do—What do I DO!" She clapped her hands to her temples, her breathing quickening.

"Okay, calm down. We practiced this."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, I should breathe..." Standing in the middle of the street, Meilin mimed a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Ningshun. I'm such a huge fan. You've been my motivation in tough times."

"Are you... actually doing this in public?" Yuming stifled her laughter.

"Yes, now let me concentrate," Meilin demanded, her hand still outstretched.

Yuming could not hold back a snicker. "Okay, but I really have to go now. Remember—you've got this, alright?"

"Yes, thank you. I'll let you know how it went. Bye!" Meilin hung up with a tap on her headphones. Marching toward the building, she glanced at the tiles beneath her feet and slowly lifted her gaze, murmuring, "What should I say? Should I look him in the eyes—"

Chest.

She stopped dead in her tracks as her gaze landed on a man's bare, muscular chest. A dreamy smile tugged at her lips. "Oh, yes..." she murmured, her cheeks flushing as she squealed and drooled.

A life-size poster of a shirtless swordsman—her favorite game character—appeared before her, brandishing a long sword that matched the length of his sleek, black hair flowing down to his thighs, set in a vibrant, fantasy world.

"Zayn!" Her eyes grew wide, sparkling as they reflected the image of his hazel eyes—a gradient of amber shifting to olive green—gazing back at her with smoldering desire. "I was wrong! I'm always more excited to see you than anyone else." She blew kisses at the poster.

"What a nutjob," muttered an old man passing by, shaking his head.

Blinking, her lips pressed into a thin line as she kicked the ground, hands shoved into her pockets. A sheepish grin spread across her face as self-consciousness settled in the pit of her stomach.

"Are you interested in this poster, miss?"

Meilin glanced up, and a woman in her mid-twenties smiled at her, gesturing toward the poster. "I, uh..."

"It's on sale."

When Meilin heard the price, her jaw dropped. "Yes. YES! I'll take it!" It felt like a steal, a bargain she could not pass up. After all, she could never have enough merch of her main champion.

Thanking the woman, she continued her stride toward the large doors of Ignis headquarters, a famous Esports company known for its remarkable players. A storm of emotions churned within her. This was her chance—her moment—and as she opened the doors, stepping into the unknown, she had no idea that someone awaited her inside, ready to shift everything she believed about herself and her purpose.