PROLOGUE: TRIGGER POINT
Where blood was drawn, but war was only whispered…
DAY 0: THE FALL OF POINT (3)
Point (3) was never supposed to fall. A fortified sentinel on the outer ridge of Kingdom Zhu — the last-standing traditionalist kingdom — it guarded the gate to Borderside: a steel-fisted chokehold between rival powers. With walls honed by centuries of warfare and soldiers bred from legacy, it was more fortress than outpost.
But on one shadow-wrapped morning, even legends fell silent.
From the mist, fifteen infiltrators from Kingdom Zhu — masters of covert warfare and silent death — slipped across the border. Ghosts in the wind. In under ten minutes, seventeen guards were dead. The outpost stood on the edge of collapse.
What saved it wasn't steel.
It was a single blink of red.
The Crimson Beacon. An ancient, long-range flare. Untested. Reserved for catastrophe.
DAY 0, +3 HOURS: THE SKY OPENS
Points (4) and (5) answered. Towers flared. Mechs ignited. Armlite-class intruders launched like iron titans. Thunder tore across the border.
The invaders were outmatched — chased back into oblivion.
But just as silence began to settle...
THE SKY BURNS FIRST
An officer from Point (4) looked up. His voice cracked the air:
"…We're doomed."
Above him: a gleaming arc — a RAGNAROK DIVERGENCE bomb.
Its payload: town-ending devastation.
Its target: Borderside, the civilian heart of Kingdom Zhu.
No warning. No intercept. One chance.
The Head of Safety, Zhu's highest sentinel, teleported to his command nexus. Fingers blurred over console glyphs. Systems screamed.
Then — Crimson Dome: ACTIVATED.
A radiant shield engulfed the town — strong enough to cage gods.
The bomb struck. The dome held.
But not everything survived.
Shockwaves splintered bunkers. Nine senior officers were crushed beneath collapsing stone. Their fate: unknown.
Thanks to the elite 30-man unit known only as STEALTH, civilian losses were minimized.
The incident was rebranded:
"A semi-reactive success."
But truth is a deeper wound.
And the world had just been scarred.
DAY 1: THE FORBIDDEN ORDER
In the halls of power, fear overtook reason.
Blinded by rage, the King of Kingdom Hoshinoki authorized the unthinkable: a retaliatory strike using "RAGNAROK DIVERGENCE," a forbidden weapon of apocalyptic class.
Five kingdom approvals were required.
This time, five agreed.
Diplomatic halls trembled.
Betrayal kissed every throne.
The bomb launched.
Its impact erased the outer provinces of Kingdom Zhu.
A city turned to myth and smoke.
DAY 5: THE DOMAIN OF BIRGION
The Seven Kingdoms Summit was summoned under emergency protocol.
Location: Ziny — an ancient, unmapped zone, walked only by the Right-Hand Marksmen of each kingdom. Each one a first-hand knight of absolute trust.
At its center stood the Royal Tomb, flanked by statues of forgotten titans.
And at the heart of it all:
Charisma —
The Immortal Scribe.
The Watcher of Laws.
The Echo of Balance.
He wrote chaos into scrolls never meant to be read — only remembered.
"Balancing humanity and cruelty on a scale is a task doomed to impossibility."
DAY 5, +3 HOURS: THE ONE WHO CANNOT WALK FREELY
One figure should have stood at the summit — but he was bound.
Not by chains, but by decree.
Sealed within the Almighty Palace, his movements were restricted by law. Not imprisoned — just too dangerous to roam freely.
Still, he had to attend.
He mounted his only companion — the Shadow Crow, a creature that shredded distance with a single flap.
"Seeing every corner of the world is an adventure," he said.
And so, through shattered skies, he drifted unseen —
While below, the world prepared its next scar.
DAY 5: THE HANDS THAT SHOOK
The King of Kingdom Beerus — known for his calm, peace-bound rule — broke the tension.
"Every life matters. Life is not something you throw away for inner anger."
Too much blood. Too many ghosts.
Surprisingly, the King of Kingdom Hoshinoki, architect of the 23-month war, raised his hand in agreement. As if all this had been... orchestrated.
Even the Strongest Warrior, a man spoken of in reverent fear, bowed his head.
But as he grasped the king's hand, he smiled —
A slow, dark smile.
And whispered:
"I'll take revenge.
Delayed… not denied."
DAY 9: THE CROW FLIES TO RUIN
Peace masked the storm.
After the summit, the Strongest Warrior and his mount, Shadow Crow, began their return to the Almighty Palace. On the way, they passed through Murtin Village — a neutral settlement between Kingdoms 4 and 5. A land ruled by the cautious yet proud Murtin Clan.
Then, the blade found him.
An assassin of imperial precision struck from silence. But Shadow Crow obliterated him — and the entire gang — in a flash of feathered fury.
Yet as the warrior stood…
The mountain beneath him collapsed.
A subterranean detonation — unleashed by a cloaked figure — carved the land into a death pit.
He had walked into a trap.
To survive, he invoked Hen Plato — a forbidden technique known only in myth.
A colossal shield enveloped him and his mount, guiding them to the surface as reality bent and skies cracked.
He crash-landed into a forgotten zone — unmarked, unseen.
But not alone.
Waiting like wolves:
Kingdom Hoshinoki's rogue elite, thirsting for a final strikeThe Murtin Clan legions, bound by ancestral grudgesAnd a third commander, cloaked in demon bone, bearing the Sigil of the Forgotten Blood
Three armies. One man.
A combined force of nine thousand warriors, united for one cause:
To bring down Noah Godwin.
"Godwin" — friend of the gods, blessed by divinity.
A battle that burned for days.
A war that would echo for centuries.
All because one flare burned red.
Noah smiled.
"Here we go again."
And where one whisper rose...
The world began to scream.