The first sensation Corbin knew was the biting cold. A raw, gnawing chill that seeped through his threadbare tunic and into his very bones. He huddled in a filthy alley in a nameless village of the Valorian Kingdom, his stomach a hollow, aching void. He was nothing. An orphan, ugly and forgettable, with a future that promised only more cold, more hunger, and a lonely, unmarked grave.
Then, the light came.
Not a physical light, but an explosion of golden runes and celestial knowledge that detonated within the core of his mind, his soul. A wave of power, ancient and immense, washed over him, a stark contrast to the miserable reality of his existence.
[System Synchronization Commencing... 10%... 50%... 100%]
[Synchronization Complete.]
[Welcome, Host, to the Heavenly Martial God System!]
Corbin's eyes snapped open, his breath catching in his throat. 'What… what was that?'
