⚠️ Disclaimer
The character image currently shown is not the final design of the protagonist.
It has been AI-generated solely for conceptual and visualization purposes.
The final appearance, costume, and style of the character may differ in the official version.
This image serves only as a prototype representation to illustrate the creative direction of Rise of Ronak: Ignis of Future Pride.
The city of Future Pride never slept—its veins pulsed with light. Neon towers stabbed the heavens, their holographic billboards painting the night sky with illusions of perfection. Every corner shimmered with screens streaming heroic battles, each frame a reminder that fame had replaced faith, and that saving lives was the new currency of power.
Among the millions who watched, Ronak Mehta, a nineteen-year-old engineering student, sat in the cramped dorm of Nova University, eyes fixed on the broadcast. His favorite hero, Auron Blaze, soared across the sky, flames curling from his hands as drones followed every move for the global feed.
Ronak wasn't just watching — he was dreaming.
Dreaming of standing where Auron stood.
Dreaming of being seen.
But dreams in Future Pride came with a price. Heroes were not born; they were built. Corporations owned their powers, governments endorsed their battles, and every rescue was choreographed for maximum viewership. The ordinary had no place in their luminous world.
Outside, thunder cracked.
A storm unlike any other rolled over the skyline — clouds glowing with unnatural hues of violet and gold. The air rippled with static. Streets flickered as digital signs glitched and drones froze midair. The storm wasn't in the weather reports. It wasn't supposed to exist.
Ronak leaned out from his balcony as wind howled through the neon canyons.
He saw it then — a tear in the sky.
A fissure of pure energy, spiraling like a living thing. It hummed, screamed, called. The next second, the storm exploded, and a blinding surge of light engulfed him. Time slowed. The world turned silent — every drop of rain froze midair.
Then came the voice.
Ancient. Echoing from nowhere and everywhere.
"One soul for all. All for one soul."
The ALL IN ONE force struck him with a shock that tore through flesh and thought alike. Fire burned in his veins, ice bit through his heart, lightning danced across his bones. He saw visions — oceans boiling, mountains breaking, stars collapsing — and himself at the center, standing between creation and destruction.
Then darkness.
When he woke, the storm was gone. The city was quiet again — too quiet. Around him, lights flickered, systems rebooted, and the neon skyline felt distant, hollow. His reflection on the cracked glass wasn't quite his own anymore; faint currents of color shimmered under his skin, pulsing to an invisible rhythm.
Something had awakened.
Something beyond human.
The world had just changed — and so had he.
And in the shadows of Future Pride, something else had felt it too.