One day, Riota’s life was taken from him in an instant. His fading consciousness was pulled into a world neither heavenly nor hellish, but entirely different—quiet on the surface, yet carrying a pulse that felt strangely alive. On the surface, that world seemed peaceful. People lived normally, unaware that traces of an ancient calamity—one that once drove humanity from its homeland—had begun to stir again beneath forgotten soil. And in the midst of that world, a young man opened his eyes. He remembered nothing of who he was. Given the name Sinhart, he stepped into a life that offered no chance to seek answers. Each small step he took slowly led him toward something far greater than himself— events he shouldn’t be part of, places that reacted to his presence, and people who acted as if fate had quietly prepared his arrival. Mysteries, curses, and secrets hidden by time began to unravel little by little. It was as if an unseen hand kept guiding him into the heart of those buried trut