Akroa, the proud Stage 3 leader of the Radiant Knight Order, was traversing a nearby forbidden ground when a tremor ran through the emergency talisman bound to his soul.
It pulsed with frantic urgency—an ancient artifact that only activated when the Radiant Knight Order was on the edge of extinction.
His heart skipped a beat.
Without hesitation, he abandoned his exploration, tearing through the sky like a streak of blinding silver light. Wind howled in his wake as mountains and forests blurred past him.
But nothing could prepare him for what awaited.
The moment he returned, Akroa froze mid-air.
His pupils constricted.
His city—his legacy—was in ruins.
The proud bastion of his Order had been reduced to charred rubble. Spires lay shattered, flames licked at broken walls, and bodies were strewn across the blood-soaked streets. His elite warriors—slaughtered like animals. Survivors ran in chaos, their eyes hollow with despair.
