A bright white light shone on a particular area of Aldea, A land ridden with chaos and stripped of its beauty.
It appeared to have been a prosperous city once, the mighty high skyscrapers were the proof.
But even this magnificent stronghold had been laid to ruin. Creatures of the Night wandered through its streets, laying waste to everything that made it...alive.
They destroyed the vehicles, Destroyed the houses, the buildings...the shops...everything.
But they did not dare approach one building, the Church of Savar. It remained untouched.
The vile creatures of the night did not dare approach this building. Even their Commanders were afraid of the Wrath of the Wolf God, Savar. Even if he had been inactive for a long time, they would not dare trespass his holy grounds.
This church...was the location the White Light chose to descend upon.
The vile creatures of the Night shivered at the white light, their very beings burned away when they were exposed to it. They hid with their tails between their legs. Behind every vehicle, every piece of debris hides from that light.
The white Light passed through any tangible material and entered the center of the Holy Church. It gently laid in front of the Statue of Avanadiel, The Holy Knight Of Savar.
The Main church had the most prominent statue of Savar, The rest only had minor ones or Statues of the Holy Knights who were there when Savar had ascended to Godhood and purified Aldea.
One such knight was Avanadiel, Savar's most loyal knight. Most Powerful knight.
A shocking occurrence happened as the Light formed into the shape of a man, lying in a fetal position.
the light shone brightly once again and then disappeared.
And In place was a man, dressed in the clothes of a hunter, with an impressive physique.
The facial features of the man were something every woman would drool at, A perfect jawline, perfect skin...A face that seemed to be chiseled by Savar himself. He had long white hair and red eyes that seemed to resemble blood.
The man stood up, He was quite tall, About 2 metres in height.
His white hair...seemed to hold the greatness and beauty of the moon. Its luster was hidden within those white strands. The man opened his mouth and said.
"Status."
He didnt know what that meant, He didnt even know what language he spoke...But he knew he needed to say that. Something engraved in his mind said so. Something...deep within him.
[Status has been opened.]
[Confirming...Confirming...Processing.]
[Opening.]
[Name:? ]
[Race: PureBlood Werewolf{Alpha}, Bloodline of the Mighty Savar himself.]
Description:
Error.Error. The system is unable to comprehend your strength. Processing
Error
Error
Error
Error
[Processing.]
[Processng.]
[Conclusion: Please visit the Holy Statue of Savar in the Mightiest Church to evaluate your statistics.] {Savar Himself will bestow upon you knowledge.}
[System is unable to comprehend.]
"..."
The man knew how to read those words, however, he was left disappointed at the lack of information.
The man began to survey his surroundings. The Church seemed to be dead. He first gazed at the Statue of Avanadiel with his ruby eyes.
He did not know how long he stood gazing at it...But it reminded him of...Himself?
This was odd.
the pure white statue of the most loyal and Strongest werewolf under Savar's command, the leader of the Holy Order of Savar. The one second only to his dear God.
Avanadiel, the White Wolf.
The man gazed at the masterful piece of art that was the statue...for quite a while.
It was very hard for him to divert his gaze...but when he finally did he was met with the view of the desolate church around him.
He walked from the altar to the skeleton wearing the robes of a priest. the skeleton was in the position of prayer.
Unlike the others behind him...Who were all lying on the ground.
Numerous skeletons were present within the church. Yet only the Skeleton wearing the priest robes was not lying on the ground. The man was amazed at his devotion...to stay in the position of prayer even after his flesh had decomposed.
He found a golden miter a little distance away from the Skeleton. (Mitre is the hat a bishop wears).
He picked up the Mitre, dusted it, and put it on the head of the priest whilst smiling.
This devotion must be treated with respect. it was admirable.
The man walked past the Skeleton and outside the church. Yet he was met with another desolate sight that made him frown.
An entire city, devoid of life. Skyscrapers that reached as high as the clouds brought to ruin. The Earth was ruined, and The skies were corrupted. The air...everything here had an odd feeling to it. The man detested it.
A blood-red moon was present above the sky, It's red luster seemed to be dampening his strength...But why?
The man wondered...but he did not know the answer to it
He walked through the streets of the delicate city, fully aware of the creatures of the night stalking him in the Shadows.
He wondered who they were, what they wanted from him and why they did not show themselves.
Were they just shy?
Unbeknownst to him, Although he looked like an average handsome man...to the creatures of the night....
They were looking at a mighty demon, a demonc which could get rid of them as easily as if they were ants.
The man however, did not know this and continued his travel through the city.
He marvelled at the peculiar vehicles and even the destroyed Buildings with a smile on his face, it was as if he was a child.
All of a sudden, he stopped. The creatures of the night became wary when he did.
'Why Was I sent here?'
The man thought, he had no memories of anything...Just...nothing.
He didnt know why he was here, how he was here. But...He was just here.
'What is my name?'
He even wondered that. What was the purpose ? What was his purpose?
"..."
Fortunately, he would soon know the answer.
He heard a cry, a cry of pain and sorrow even though there was no noise present.
And then...it awakened inside him.
Like a ragin fire, A hidden passion, A Hidden Fervour.
He dashed towards the cry, At such a speed the ground beneath him shattered!