>Five Years Ago — Coalition Training Grounds, Tier-2 Nexus Region
Selene adjusted the grip on her training sword, sweat dripping from her brow as the mid-day sun bore down. She was only fifteen, yet already known for a composure far beyond her age. Around her, trainees twice her age sparred, recovered, or glared in her direction.
She had no special connections. No rich sponsor to fast-track her through the hierarchy.
What she did have was obsession.
Every day, she studied celestial maps. Every night, she trained until her hands bled. While others socialized or boasted, Selene stared into the sky, whispering constellations like prayers.
"You look like you're trying to burn yourself into the stars."
That voice belonged to Captain Ilvan, a decorated Venator and head of their division. He'd been watching her for months—curious about the girl who trained alone.
Selene didn't reply. Instead, she asked, "What happens to those who don't burn bright enough?"
Ilvan smiled. "They vanish."
She nodded. "Then I won't vanish."
>Two Years Later – Field Deployment, First Nexus Kill
The mission was supposed to be routine—a culling operation in a rotted green nexus. But everything went wrong. A dormant Eater awoke, and half the squad was slaughtered in minutes.
Selene, just seventeen, was the last one standing.
Bloodied, half-blind from a concussion, she gripped the hilt of her first manifested sword, Orion,and faced the monster alone.
In that moment, something inside her clicked, a deep, almost terrifying clarity. She calculated every move like a person with a clear view of everything. Slashes fell in perfect time with the enemy's pulses. She danced between screams and shadows, carving fate into light.
When the backup team arrived, the Eater was dead.
Selene stood at the center, surrounded by glowing constellations. Her body was broken, but her sword was still raised.
>One Year Ago – Ascension Trial, Rank Evaluation
The Ascension Arena was filled with guild heads, instructors, and high-ranking officers. Selene's opponent was a veteran named Master Tyras, a combat type with a combat record rivaling legends.
Everyone expected her to fold.
She didn't.
Mid-battle, she summoned Draco,the third Stellar Sword—despite barely having shown mastery of the second.
Using coordinated sword-switching, prediction modeling based on orbital paths, and raw divine ather, Selene cut through Tyras's technique.
Her final move—a prototype version of Starlight Judgment End—left the battlefield cratered and glowing.
The hall was silent.
The Guild Master of blood wind, one of the Big Five Venator Guilds, rose to his feet.
"From this day onward, let history remember the name—The Stellar Blade."
Selene bowed once.
She didn't smile.
Because she knew she wouldn't be able to beat true talent as she thought of a specific figure.
>Present Day – Post-Raid battle
Selene stood top the cliff overlooking the night sky.
The constellations shimmered.
She traced them idly with her finger, whispering their names.
"Orion… Lyra… Draco…"
The stars remembered her.
But her mind was elsewhere—caught between memory and worry.
Noct... where are you?
Her blade had burned many monsters
But it couldn't reach the one person who needed her most.
Not yet.