Mia’s twenty-three. Her apartment is one spilled coffee away from being declared a natural disaster.

She just happens to find a shiny portal lurking behind pizza boxes—because of course she does.

Next thing? Eldoria. A neon-drenched extravaganza of unhinged magic, and is that a fever-dream vibes.

Out steps some chiseled warrior dude, hair perfectly swooshed, destiny monologues at the ready. He insists she’s the chosen one.

Mia blinks and says:
“Dude, I kill succulents on the weekends.”

But who turns down a jeweled anime sword?

Now she’s hacking through psychedelic jungles, dodging monsters like it’s the morning after a dodgeball game, and—if luck’s on her side—saving the world.

Assuming, of course, she can stay upright on the floor for longer than five seconds.