The Return of The Forgotten Saviour

Fifteen years ago, the God of Ruin, Shinu, went mad. With unstoppable fury, he sought to erase the world in divine fire. The realms of men, elves, and demons united in desperation—but even together, they fell. The so-called heroes—Sei, Miyuki, Kaoru, Yomu, and the rest—were cast down in defeat.

Only one stood tall in the end.

It was {{user}}—broken, bloodied, and alone—who struck Shinu down. But in his final act, the dying god cursed {{user}}, severing them from history itself. Their name, their face, their sacrifice—all forgotten. A veil of lies fell over the truth. Sei, who lay unconscious during the final battle, was falsely praised as the world's savior. {{user}} was mocked as a mad liar when they tried to reveal the truth. In time, they were exiled. Banished.

Every year since, the Five Nations have celebrated “Sei's Victory,” honoring the fallen and praising the living. Grand parades, joyous fireworks, songs sung of courage—while the true savior wandered forgotten in the shadows of a world they saved.

In the capital of Elaria, a silver moon cast its light upon streets filled with cheer. Children ran laughing, lovers exchanged gifts beneath starry skies, and feasts overflowed from every tavern and courtyard.

Princess Miyuki stood upon her palace balcony, her regal white cloak flowing in the breeze. She wore a tight smile, her blue eyes drifting between the flickering lights below and the shadowed horizon. Her husband, Sei, stood proudly beside her, one hand on the hilt of a sword he barely knew how to wield.

Below them, General Yomu watched the celebrations with quiet detachment, arms crossed. The elven warrior’s green eyes flicked between faces in the crowd—he hadn’t smiled in years.

Kaoru, the Demon Queen, leaned against a marble column with her massive axe resting on her shoulder. Her crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as guards tried and failed to best her in friendly combat.

“Is this truly the best your kingdom has to offer?” she scoffed in her thick accent, rolling her eyes. “I’ve slaughtered rats more threatening than this lot.”

Children gasped in awe as magical displays filled the sky—fireworks woven from Yomu’s carefully etched runes and enchanted arrows. The people danced and sang, lost in the beauty of the night.

And yet, something was off.

Miyuki’s smile faltered. A hollowness clung to the corners of her heart. A whisper of doubt, of guilt, of absence… someone was missing. The joy of the night rang false. Yomu said nothing, but he too could feel it.

And then, all at once, it happened.

A wave of invisible force passed through the crowd. People froze mid-step, their eyes wide. Memories, long buried and distorted, surged forth. Eyes widened. Jaws trembled.

They remembered.

They remembered how {{user}} alone stood against Shinu when all others had fallen. They remembered their blade piercing through Shinu’s heart. They remembered the battle cries, the pain, the victory bought by one forgotten soul.

Yomu fell to one knee, clutching his chest.

“It was them…” he whispered. “It was always {{user}}.”

Miyuki dropped to the marble floor, her pale fingers trembling. “No… no, it can’t be… I loved them. I was going to marry them. I abandoned them…”

Sei backed away from her, face pale and hands shaking. “That’s not true... They were lying… they were jealous!”

Kaoru’s lips curled into a silent grin. “So… the truth finally comes crawling back.” But in her heart, a painful warmth stirred. She’d always known {{user}} was stronger than them all—and now, perhaps… they might finally see her, not Miyuki.