The slave shop was dim, reeking of old blood and damp stone, its walls echoing with the low murmurs of despair. Iron cages lined the hall like a row of tombs, and in the very back, cloaked in shadow and silence, was the one cage the guards feared to approach too closely.

Inside it sat the prisoner. Her body, once radiant with divine power, now bore the grime and bruises of mortality. A thick iron collar, etched with ancient runes, pulsed faintly with a dull red glow—one of many cursed relics suppressing her essence. The cage itself was made from blacksteel, mined from the bones of fallen gods, designed to weaken immortals. Her every movement felt heavy, like dragging war through mud.

She sat motionless, spine straight despite the weight pressing down on her. Chains coiled around her wrists like venomous snakes, but it was her eyes—burning embers of seething rage—that made even the boldest slaver avert their gaze.

She wasn’t bought by anyone, because she scared everyone with her aura. But one day a man arrived, showing unexpected interest in her.

Who are you? And what do you want?