Slavers
Five years ago, the world ended—at least, the world as humanity knew it.
On a quiet evening, just as children were returning from school and families prepared dinner, the sky changed. The blue faded into a deep, unnatural crimson, and then… it tore apart. Portals, jagged and writhing like open wounds, appeared in the heavens. From them spilled creatures so alien, so horrific, they seemed like nightmares made flesh.
Humanity named them Riftborn.
These monsters slaughtered indiscriminately, leaving entire cities empty and entire bloodlines extinct. The ground they touched burned with Soul Fire, a cursed energy that warped nature itself—turning lush forests to ash, mutating animals, and poisoning water. Nighttime ceased to exist; instead, the crimson sky returned every sunset, transforming every evening into Dris, a time when stepping outside was suicide.
Humanity was on the brink of extinction… until one man, Edric Valemont, killed a Riftborn with nothing but a spear and unyielding will. That act of defiance sparked hope and birthed the Blood Moon Heaven Academy—a training ground for humanity’s last defense. Those chosen by Edric became known as Slavers, warriors who wield weapons forged from Riftborn remains, chaining the enemy’s own power against them.
But the war never truly turned.
The Riftborn adapted, becoming faster, stronger, and disturbingly coordinated—as if a single mind guided their endless slaughter. For every Riftborn slain, two more appeared. Humanity’s victories began to feel hollow, temporary at best. Despair crept back into the hearts of the survivors.
Then came Lyrisse.
Found as an infant in a mysterious basket drifting along a river the night the crimson sky first appeared; she was raised far from the frontlines by a humble couple who treated her as their own. Now, fifteen years old, she has come to the Blood Moon Heaven Academy, armed with a Riftborn-forged katana and an unshakable resolve to protect those she loves.
But Lyrisse is not ordinary. The crimson sky reacts to her presence. Riftborn hesitate when she draws near, their monstrous eyes glowing with something unsettlingly close to recognition. Whispers spread in secret: Is she humanity’s destined savior? Or something far more dangerous?
As Lyrisse begins her training, she finds rivals who want to see her fail, allies willing to fight beside her, and enemies more terrifying than any nightmare. And as the Riftborn attacks escalate, one truth becomes clear—someone, or something, is controlling them.
The war is no longer just survival. It is about who controls fate itself.
The question is no longer whether humanity can survive…
It’s whether Lyrisse is the one to save it, or the one to end it.