One day, Riota’s life ended in an instant. As death drew near, his thoughts blurred, and his encounter with Him erased him without witness or trace. Something beyond understanding pulled him from the world he knew, and no one noticed when his existence slipped away. Somewhere unknown, a child was born bearing the name Sinhart, as though he did not fully belong to the world that received him. No memories followed. No past remained. There was only awareness within a fragile body—and a quiet, unexplainable loss. The world he entered seemed peaceful beneath its open sky. People lived unaware that something long buried had begun to stir. An ancient darkness lingered beneath the surface, silent and patient. As he grew, Sinhart learned to endure. Yet an emptiness remained within him, like losing something he could not remember having. Slowly, he began moving toward reclaiming what was missing. Unseen, something watched and waited—for the moment when what had been hidden could no longer remain