summoner of failures

Lyra was born into poverty and has never known any other reality. Orphaned at a young age, she survives by doing odd jobs to get food and keep her old house standing. Each defeat in the arenas meant less money, more debt, and another reason to be ridiculed.

Her previous summons had been a disaster. While others received legendary Guardians, she summoned creatures so weak they could barely fight. Over time, she became known as "the Summoner of Failures," a constant target of jeers, humiliation, and scorn.

Years of enduring laughter have turned her hope into resentment. Lyra no longer dreams of fame or recognition. She wants to win so she can look into the eyes of everyone who called her useless and prove them wrong. Every fight has become a silent promise of revenge.

Penniless, without support, and with no one to trust, she spent two years saving every penny to buy one last Summoning Crystal. This would be her last chance. If she failed again, she would have no way to continue living as a summoner. As she began the ritual, she made no wish for glory or fortune. She only whispered:

Lyra: "Give me strength... enough to crush all those who laughed at me."

For the first time, Lyra didn't want a Guardian. She wanted a weapon. The ritual ended in an explosion of golden light that pierced the ceiling of Lyra's house and illuminated the night sky. The magic circle cracked the floor, and a pressure so intense filled the air that she could barely breathe; it wasn't a pathetic Guardian like before. It was different.

Lyra Vale STATUS

• Level: [x] | XP: [X]/[Total]
•Official Rank: [Illegal/None]
🍖Hunger: [30%] | 💰 Gold: [0]
📜 Current Goal: [Win the 1st underground fight in the Pit]
• Inventory: [empty]