Gifts were rare. So rare that those born with them were practically fated to break past the Wall—that invisible boundary where most warriors, no matter how talented, found themselves stranded. Less than one in a hundred thousand possessed the spark of a Gift, and even fewer managed to ignite it properly.
But not all Gifts were equal.
Some, like the legendary Yin-Yang Body, stood at the pinnacle, one of the four greatest Gifts in all of recorded history. A power that could rewrite reality itself, bending the laws of existence to its wielder's will. Others, while still formidable, simply didn't compare—footnotes in the grand tapestry of power that defined this world's hierarchy.
Mine—Lucent Harmony—was powerful. A Gift born from Luna's will, surpassing even Ian's Dragon Will, which had been diluted by the simple fact that Tiamat had split her power among three. It was strong. It was enough.
Or so I had thought.
