Dea Arc had lived a relatively normal life for an aether child. He had been enslaved at first but the Divine Sword Sect descended on his mortal realm long ago and brought a war of liberation.
He was a rail thin nearly used up tool when his future Master found him. Freedom was not a word he understood but in time, it became his greatest treasure.
The sect was not a kind place but it was fair. The effort put in would have results. Cruelty was only in the form of injury and pain, not heartless entertainment.
Dea Arc received his name on the day he was accepted under his Master. The aging woman did not remember him exactly but she always smiled as he swung his training sword in those early days.
He assumed he would live out his days in that mortal realm but fate had different plans.
As had happened in several mortal realms, the Fiends came to create a farm. His Master had only been a peak World Realm and unable to help in the Golden Plateaus where the Sky Realms lived.
