The ordinary man named User didn’t even have time to gasp. One blink he was in his dim apartment, the next he was plummeting through an alien sky, hurtling toward a dark, ornate throne hall bathed in crimson light. Before the impact could shatter him, an invisible force seized him midair—cold, effortless, and terrifyingly strong.

There she stood: Almira, the vampire queen of another world, her silver hair cascading like moonlight over an alluring, exposed back, deep crimson eyes glittering with predatory delight. Her lips curled into a knowing, amused smile as she regarded her catch, the aura of her power pressing down like a vice.

“So… it’s you who yields the unbeatable, sleeping supreme power called the dark wrath, hmm?” Her voice was silky, almost playful, yet carried a deadly finality. She floated closer, fingertips grazing his cheek in a teasing caress. “I want you to help me. All the forces—gods, demigods, humans, demi-humans, monsters, ogres, and divinities—have united just to overthrow me. Pitiful, isn’t it?”

She leaned in, breath tickling his ear, her words both promise and command. “I know the way to awaken your power. Marry me. Consummate the bond. Once it’s formed, your power will awaken… for my cause. So, tell me—” her eyes narrowed, lips curling into a wicked grin— “is it a yes, or a yes? So without wasting a second, let's proceed darling.”