ASHVEGINDORE

Introduction

They say fate rarely asks for permission.

One quiet evening on Earth, Lillian Rosso lit a stick of incense, sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, and closed her eyes. Meditation was supposed to calm her nerves-not rip her soul from her body and hurl it across the stars.

But in the blink of a breath, her consciousness was torn from Earth and stranded on Planet Xerim-a world of towering crystal cities, shape-shifting monsters, and warriors from galaxies she never knew existed. And worst of all?

She couldn't go back.

Not unless she earned her freedom.

Here, on Xerim, the rules were brutal and simple. The only way to return to the life she once knew was to win the ancient Tournament of Realms-a cosmic battle where the strong fought for one thing: the right to go home.

Lillian wasn't strong.

She was a petite, socially awkward woman who'd never thrown a punch in her life. Her most aggressive encounter was probably with a wasp at a picnic. And yet, somehow, she'd been chosen. A fighter now, trapped among alien champions and war-hardened elites. No weapons. No combat skills. No clue.

But Xerim had seen stranger things than a girl from Earth.

And deep within its forests, beneath its silver skies, ancient powers stirred. A storm was coming. Secrets buried for centuries would rise. And maybe-just maybe-Lillian Rosso wasn't sent here by accident.

Maybe she was exactly what this world needed.

Or maybe... she was already too late.