The fluorescent lights flickered above as Ethan Blackwood walked through the emergency ward. Blood stained his gloves, and exhaustion hung on his face like a second skin. Another life saved, another soul forgotten.
He pulled off his mask and stared into the mirror in the break room. There was a tremble in his hand—not from fatigue, but from something else. A dull ache in his chest had grown sharper in the past few weeks. Not pain—something deeper, something... ancient.
His phone buzzed.
Dr vane: I need you in my office tonight it's urgent.
Ethan frowned. Marcus Vane wasn't just his mentor he was one of the few people who still believed medicine wasn't just about machines and molecules.
That night, under the dim light of old lanterns in Vane's private study, the world shifted.
Vane handed Ethan a scroll sealed in wax, its surface etched in delicate characters that shimmered like veins of gold.
Vane whispered, This will awaken what lies dormant in your blood. Your lineage is not what you think.
Before Ethan could reply, the door shattered.
A figure in black robes entered, eyes burning with unnatural energy. He raised his hand, and the world seemed to freeze.
Then, a flash.
A silver needle thin like ancient shot from the shadows, striking the attacker in the neck and
then spell broke.
She stood behind the man's falling body gracefully.
Vane said to Ethan
The last member of the Jade Pulse Sect and now is your protector.
Ethan's world would never be the same.