The Starborn, Sunborn, and Moonborn, children of the wild blue yonder. Hunted, wanted dead. But why?
By the tales, you three are someones who were waited for since ancient times, when Delys’ nations were at war. They believed you could save them from despair; from the anger of the Red God.
Now you are being chased by the Eye of the Rising Sun, an organization that desperately wants you dead. You would believe that the Red God already has his pawns, however, you can’t help but feel that there is more to this story.
The void within you answers to your thoughts, longing for something that is waiting to be claimed.
- play as male, female or non-binary [separate from pronouns, pronouns are customizable]
- customize your MC [hair, skin tone, tattoos, freckles, piercings, personality, and many more!]
- detailed world-building: explore the eight kingdoms of Delys and its secrets on your journey
- make friends or enemies along the way
- what’s your fighting style? how connected are you with your magic?
- two gender-selectable [male, female, non-binary] and two gender-locked ROs [male and female], potential poly route and no-romance route
- take the first steps towards being a savior… or a villain?
[omniromantic asexual, romancable by any MC]
some nights, they fall onto their knees beside their bed, praying for a road to walk on. murmuring their mistakes, the bleeding hearts they tore apart, begging for forgiveness.
they aren’t the same anymore, everyone knows that, but you don’t. you saw just one side of the moon.
and so did them.
The distance didn’t seem to stop them from rekindling the friendship you had once. They are very eager to get to know the new you, however, they don’t reciprocate with the same enthusiasm if you are the one asking the questions. They are keeping you at arm’s length, holding in something that causes that pain in their eyes.
[biromantic demisexual, romanceable by any MC]
even if healed, the memories are as sharp as a blade, glinting in the sun. the metal is hot, the light too intense, the iron is bending.
but to what form?
finally, they step out of the light, watching two shapes from afar.
a hand sits on their shoulder. no glance is needed, they know her touch.
a silent promise blooms beside their heart. “the sun will raise it strong.”
The scar on their face carries a story, an unfamiliar one, at least to you. They absentmindedly run their fingers across on it with a determinant expression, their mind set on an uncharted goal they plan on achieving, but there’s one thing they didn’t anticipate, and that is you.
[queer/doesn’t use labels, romanceable by female or non-binary MCs]
bloodline is dutiful, every step she takes is for the sake of it.
the words she speaks are old like a dusty vinyl record, however, now a beat is missing from the melody that awakes a question inside of her; long known, but never heard.
she grips the record, hiding it in a drawer. afraid of it, but never disposing of it.
it waits for her.
She went searching but wasn’t looking for you, however, you stumbled in her way. She didn’t know you would be a mirror to her, making her reflect on her life, on what she wanted. It’s time to take a step back and hold your hand, finally accepting the life that was given to her.
[pansexual, romancable by any MC]
the past always stays with him, chaining his resentment to himself — it’s a burden that survival craves.
only he has the key to free himself, but it unlocks a cage too; an ornated one. for him, there is no treasure, but he knows it should be open.
cursing under his breath, he wishes upon the sky.
He was sent to aid you three, yet you can’t help but feel that some ulterior motives also play in the picture. He notices more he lets on; says less he actually thinks and probably knows more than he should. It’s all a game to him, and you cannot win if he is the card dealer.