Year 76 Solar Time
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Long before the world of Lunareth was born, before the skies themselves had settled into their stars, there was only war. The four realms... the Abyssal, the Heavenly, the Demonic, and the Dragonic had clashed endlessly, their battles stretching on for centuries with no end in sight. The Abyssal Realm was a place of shadow and mystery, the Heavenly Realm bathed in radiant light and justice, the Demonic Realm fierce and relentless, and the Dragonic Realm proud and ancient, their dragons soaring like legends in the sky.
Amidst this eternal conflict, the kings of the four realms, tired of bloodshed, sought a way to forge peace. The Abyssal King made a decision that would change the course of history: he offered his son, Prince Xarion, to the Dragonic Prince Mythrion as a token of goodwill and unity. This was the first marriage between two men ever recorded, a bond that symbolized hope and the possibility of peace. Mythrion accepted the offer with solemn honor, and the marriage between Xarion and Mythrion brought the long war to an end, forcing the Heavenly and Demonic realms to lay down their arms and embrace the fragile peace.
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Year 501 Lunar time
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As years turned into decades, the four kings turned their eyes to creation. They forged a new world, Lunareth, intending it to be a haven where their people could live in harmony. But the world was weak and could not contain the immense power of its new inhabitants. To stabilize Lunareth, the kings combined their strength to create the Mystic Core, a glowing heart of energy that kept the world balanced and stable.
With time, the old kings passed away, and their heirs ascended the thrones. The Heavenly Realm was ruled by King Oyne, who was assisted by the arcane scholar Eidolonius and Eurydice, the Scale of Justice. The Demonic Realm's ruler was King Morthraxion, aided by Morrigantha and Thanatosar, the Watcher of Death. The Abyssal Realm was under King Skyler's cold but calm command, with Glacialysis, the Frost Sentinel, by his side. The Dragonic Realm was governed by King Dzaqol'mirathrax, whose fiery spirit was matched only by his assistant, Ignatia, the War Goddess.
For many years, peace endured between the realms, until the day everything changed. The alarm sounded across the kingdoms: the Mystic Core had been stolen. The news came like a thunderclap, shaking the foundations of power. Morthraxion sneered, his voice laced with scorn as he muttered, "Tsk, I knew it. We shouldn't have trusted those humans." Skyler, ever calm, raised a hand to silence the king of demons. "Do not be rude...We do not know for certain it was the humans" Oyne, clearly exhausted, yawned and rubbed his eyes, "Can I just sleep through this? This is exhausting..." Dzaqol'mirathrax slammed his hand down on the table, his anger unmistakable. "We must get the core back before it's too late!"
The four kings fell into heavy silence, each deep in thought. Oyne broke the quiet with a suggestion: "Can't we send the one who bears the blood of the first founding goddess, Orphiel? Only he can wield her magic." Dzaqol'mirathrax crossed his arms and smirked. "That kid has been on my nerves, but he's our only hope." Morthraxion leaned back with a mocking grin. "You just want him gone because you think he's in love with your daughter." The Dragonic King shot him a sharp look but didn't deny it. Skyler nodded gravely. "The incarnation of Orphiel is not born yet, and only he carries her blood. Guard, summon Seren."
A few moments later, Seren entered the chamber. His lavender hair caught the light like liquid amethyst, and his gentle blue eyes reflected a calm resolve. "I greet the four kings. Why have I been summoned?" Skyler looked at him with measured seriousness. "Seren, the Mystic Core has been stolen. Only you, with the blood of Orphiel, can wield her magic to retrieve it. Will you journey to Lunareth and bring it back?" Morthraxion chuckled, unable to resist teasing Dzaqol'mirathrax again. "Sending a child into that place? Sounds like you just want him away from your daughter." The Dragonic King's eyes flashed with irritation, but before he could respond, a guard burst in, breathless. "Master Dzaqol'mirathrax! Your daughter has escaped! She is fighting the ancient spirits that broke free during the chaos!" "What?!" The Dragonic King sprang to his feet, fury burning in his eyes. Seren followed swiftly.
Outside, the world trembled with unrest. The ancient spirits, long imprisoned in the depths beneath Lunareth, had broken free. They had stolen the Mystic Core and planned to use its terrible power to resurrect the evil Spirit King, a dark tyrant whose reign had once nearly destroyed all the realms. Oyne frowned, his weariness replaced by grave concern. "The Mystic Core stabilizes Lunareth. Without it, the world will collapse if we step foot there." Skyler's voice was low and troubled. "Then how do we fight them?"
From the swirling smoke and chaos, a figure erupted—a fierce, fiery presence that commanded the battlefield with raw power. Thyzarynth, daughter of Dzaqol'mirathrax, moved like a living inferno. Her hair blazed with fiery red-orange hues, wild and untamed like a sunset aflame. Her eyes were a stormy gray, cold and fierce, burning with unyielding determination. She was a warrior forged in fire and time. Her fists were enveloped in roaring flames, each strike sending bursts of heat and light. Around her, time itself warped—she could slow her enemies, making their movements sluggish and predictable.
"My baby!!" Dzaqol'mirathrax said tryna step into the world only to be smacked by Skyler, "Thyzarynth is there don't worry"
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She charged at the first of the ancient spirits—a towering creature of shadows and bones that lunged with cruel claws. With a feral snarl, Thyzarynth caught its arm, her fists blazing sapphire blue with magical flame. Her punch exploded against the spirit's flesh, sending it crashing into a shattered pillar. More spirits surged forward, twisted and writhing, but time slowed at her command. They moved like trapped prey, their strikes weakened and delayed. Her fists, blazing and unrelenting, smashed through their ranks. Her battle cried a primal roar of fire and fury echoed over the battlefield.
From above, a soft glow descended as Seren arrived, radiating celestial cosmic magic. His hands traced constellations in the air, summoning stars that shimmered with divine light. His power was the perfect counterpart to Thyzarynth's fiery wrath..calm, vast, and precise. "Thyzarynth!" he called, his voice steady but urgent. "Don't rush in like that!" The two warriors fought side by side, a dazzling dance of destruction. Her fire and time, his stars and cosmic light, weaving a symphony of power that tore through the ancient spirits. Seren's beams of starlight pierced shadow and darkness, while Thyzarynth closed in with blazing fists, striking down any foe who dared approach.
"I hate to admit it but they are the perfect match while fighting..." Dzaqol'mirathrax mumbles as he looks away with a pout as Morthraxion sneered at him.
As the tide of battle turned, a new terror emerged: an enormous orb of crackling energy pulsed above them, an ancient magic bomb thrumming with destructive power, ready to detonate and consume everything in a cataclysmic blast. "Watch out!" Seren shouted, pushing Thyzarynth aside as the orb began to unleash its terrible energy.
"This magic-!!" Before Skyler could finish his sentence the orb started spinning quickly. The world held its breath as the orb's destructive pulse began to ripple out.
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The End...
(Just kidding)
To Be Continue→↓