In the midst of a dark forest covered in black mist, four people were sitting next to a huge fire.
Each of them was drastically different from each other. One was a bull, one was a cat trying to find a way out of this simple situation as soon as possible.
The third was a mysterious man, with apparently great power and many hidden abilities as well as the terrible incidents that he brought to this world.
The fourth, on the other hand, was different from the others in that he was only taking the first steps on his journey. The more Zayne immersed himself in the world of the Fallen Fate, the more he realized that his path suited him.
Crackle. Crackle. Crack.
The crackling sound of dry twigs snapping under the fire spread around, creating a pleasant atmosphere. Neither the cold wind nor the eerie black fog could disturb them, on the contrary, it only separated them from the rest of the world, allowing them to focus on their goals.