The sky burned crimson as the Demon Lord's final roar shook the world.
Bloodied, alone, and exhausted, Aria stood tall at the center of the ruined battlefield. Her once-tattered cloak fluttered behind her, soaked in sweat, dirt, and ash. All around her lay the corpses of monstrous beasts—ones she had tamed, fought beside, and watched fall. They had given their lives for her. For peace.
Her breath was ragged. Her hands trembled.
But she had won.
Not the chosen hero.
Not the saints, mages, or kings.
Only her—a so-called "low-rank" Beast Tamer with skills everyone laughed at.
She had been abandoned by her family.
Cast out by her party.
Mocked by the world.
Yet she rose.
The demon lord's massive body dissolved into the air, taking with it the centuries of darkness that had haunted the land. Aria smiled faintly.
"Finally… it's over."
She stumbled forward… then collapsed.
The world would be safe. She had no regrets.
Or so she thought.
100 Years Later
A baby cried under a starless sky.
Aria's soul, scattered and broken, had returned—reborn into a peaceful era. Magic was weak, beasts were nearly forgotten, and her name… no longer existed.
The books she wrote—gone.
The beasts she tamed—vanished from records.
And the friend she trusted most… hailed as the hero who ended the war.
But Aria had not come back for revenge.
She had come back to remember who she was—
—to rise once more from nothing—
—and to uncover the darkness that still lingered in the light.
The world had forgotten her.
But she would make sure it remembered.