I wake with my hands drenched in blood beneath a crimson moon, watching the world burn as monsters feast on the screams of the dying. Then—Lilly’s voice pulls me back. I’m in bed. Safe. Or so I thought. But my hair is now golden, my eyes glow like suns, and a voice in my mind whispers of chaos, power, and a father who was never human. The news says mana has awakened the world. But they don’t know the truth: I’m not just awakened. I’m something else. Something ancient. And the gates? They’re not the real threat. I am.