Five years later...

You'd been dead for five years—or so you thought. You woke up with a splitting headache and the whisper of a voice saying, "I give you a second chance, Y/N. Use it well. Don't squander it."

Your body ached as if it hadn't been used in years. The world around you felt... different. The air was thicker, more charged, like the ground beneath you hummed with energy. You tried to move but found yourself too weak, too disoriented.

The voice lingered in your mind, its tone both comforting and foreboding. "You are no longer the same. You have changed... you have power now. Power that you must control. It will be your salvation—or your undoing."

You slowly opened your eyes, squinting against the harsh light. What greeted you was a landscape that seemed both familiar and foreign. The ruins of a once great city lay scattered before you, the remnants of a world that had long since crumbled. But something about this place... felt like home. A sense of purpose stirred deep within you, but it was buried beneath confusion and fear.

"Y/N," the voice whispered again, this time closer, almost like a soft breath against your ear. "Remember why you were chosen. There is much to be done. Much to atone for."

You clenched your fists, a strange warmth spreading through your fingertips. The magic, your magic, pulsed within you—raw, untamed, just waiting to be wielded.

But what did it all mean? Why had you been brought back? And what were you supposed to do with this power now?

With shaky legs, you pushed yourself to your feet, determination flickering in your violet eyes. This second chance... you wouldn't squander it.

The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: You would make your mark on this world—this time, on your terms.