《Transcendent Odyssey》 Prologue-Chance Location: Stirling, Scotland Date: 31st October 2009 The ancient church stood atop a gentle hill, its towering silhouette casting long shadows under the cloudy evening sky. Inside, the air buzzed with excitement¡ªnuns and junior priests hurried about, carrying boxes, candles, and decorations. The hall was lively, filled with the laughter of children playing. Creak. The heavy wooden door groaned open, and an elderly man in white robes stepped inside. A warm smile stretched across his wrinkled face as he greeted the children before striding toward an old nun standing near the altar. ¡°Mrs. Dorothy, where are Raphael and Leon?¡± His voice carried a hint of concern. The old nun adjusted her thick glasses, squinting at the screen as she carefully dialed a number. Ring¡­ Ring¡­
A motorcycle zipped past the watchtower on a lonely coastal road. Rain lashed against the asphalt, the wind howled, and waves roared against the jagged cliffs below. The storm showed no mercy. ¡°Ralph, check your phone!¡± Leon shouted over the wind, gripping the box wrapped in gift paper as he sat behind his friend. Raphael, the boy steering the bike, reached into his pocket with one hand, shielding the screen from the rain. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Crackle¡­ ¡°Raphael, can you hear me? ¡­ Crackle¡­¡± Mrs. Dorothy¡¯s voice barely cut through the static. ¡°We¡¯ll be there in ten minutes!¡± Raphael yelled back, hoping his voice carried through the interference. Leon tapped Raphael on the shoulder. ¡°Speed up!¡± VROOOOM. The bike surged forward like a bullet. Then¡ª BANG! The headlights caught a sudden movement. A flock of sheep, eyes glowing eerily in the night, stood frozen in the middle of the road. ¡°Shit!¡± Leon yanked at Raphael¡¯s shoulder, but there was no time. Slip! The tires skidded. The bike twisted sideways, its momentum dragging them toward the cliff¡¯s edge. The next thing they saw was not the road¡ªbut the churning black sea beneath them. SPLASH! The ocean swallowed them whole. Freezing water stole their breath as they sank into the abyss. ¡°Leon! Grab my hand!¡± Raphael¡¯s fingers barely brushed against Leon¡¯s. The storm raged above, thunder rumbling like the growl of a beast. ¡°Ralph! Where are you?¡± Leon thrashed in the water, his voice drowned by the waves. Grab. A hand seized his wrist. ¡°Leon, open your eyes!¡± Raphael shouted, coughing up seawater. ¡°Ralph, thank goodness. We need to¡ª¡± CRASH! A massive wave struck, hurling them against the jagged crags. A sickening crunch echoed in the depths. Pain exploded in their skulls. The sea turned red. Leon¡¯s vision blurred. ¡°Ralph¡­ Ral¡ª¡± Darkness. Raphael gasped, his consciousness slipping. ¡°Leon¡­ I¡¯m sor¡ª¡± His words faded into the abyss. Then¡ª A light. Emerald green, glowing beneath the waves. A presence descended, neither human nor beast, watching them with amusement. Then, it smiled. Snap. Chapter 1- Life (1) Previously A light. Emerald green, glowing beneath the waves. A presence descended, neither human nor beast, watching them with amusement. Then, it smiled. Snap.
Chapter 1 - Life 1 Location - Leonhart Duchy Date - 23rd,Month of Zephyris, XXX The great bell tower loomed over the heart of the Leonhart Duchy, its silent watch uninterrupted for decades. Now, it awoke. BONG. A deep vibration rolled across the lavishly decorated market below, signaling the birth of an heir. The joyous cries of the people filled the streets, laughter and music merging into a symphony of celebration.

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BAM! The heavy wooden doors swung open. "Sophie, are you ready?" The Duke stood in the doorway, candlelight flickering against his broad frame. His deep brown hair cascaded past his shoulders, framing sharp features softened by a rare smile. Draped over his broad shoulders was a sapphire velvet mantle, lined with ermine fur¡ªa mark of nobility. His black brocade doublet, subtly embroidered with silver, hugged his form, the high collar edged with delicate lace. A crimson sash, fastened by a golden brooch bearing the Leonhart crest, crossed his chest. His eyes drifted to the cradle, where a tiny figure lay swaddled in the softest velvet. A child¡ªhis son. The Duchess fastened her earrings, her movements slow, deliberate. Her gown, a masterpiece of silken white, shimmered under the candlelight. Though devoid of excessive embellishment, the way it draped over her form spoke of elegance beyond words. A simple silver necklace graced her collarbone, and emerald earrings¡ªglistening like untouched forests¡ªmirrored her piercing green eyes. Around her, a faint scent of tulips lingered, as if spring itself had woven its essence into her being. The Duke stepped forward, gently cradling his wife¡¯s face. "Sophie, you look radiant." She smiled, her gaze falling upon their son. Wrapped in musky velvet, his tiny fingers twitched as if reaching for the world beyond the crib. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. The Duke carefully lifted the boy into his arms. "Time to see the world, my son." They stepped onto the grand balcony. Below them, the people of the duchy roared in unison: "Long live the Duke!" "Long live the Duchess!" "Long live the young master!" The Duke raised his hand, and the cheers fell into a reverent hush. "To all who stand before us, I give my deepest gratitude. May your loyalty and blessings shape this boy into a Duke worthy of his name." The crowd erupted once more. As the cheers echoed through the marble halls of the estate¡ª Elsewhere, another pair of green eyes blinked open for the first time.
Tigranclaw Duchy The heavy doors creaked open as Duke Tigranclaw entered the chamber. Clad in midnight-black velvet, his long cloak lined with sable fur trailed behind him. Beneath it, his onyx brocade doublet shimmered under the dim torchlight, silver embroidery tracing patterns of thorns and tiger heads¡ªsymbols of his house¡¯s enduring strength. A silver spear rested at his back, whispering of battles both fought and won. His breath hitched as his gaze fell upon her. The Duchess moved across the marble floor like a drifting specter, her gown flowing like liquid moonlight. The satin fabric shimmered with every step, embroidered with delicate silver filigree in the shape of lilies and doves¡ªsymbols of purity and peace. A sheer veil, edged with lace, cascaded over her shoulders, trailing behind her like the whisper of winter¡¯s first snow. Her snow-white hair framed her delicate features, teardrop-shaped pearl earrings dangling like frozen dewdrops against her pale skin. Around her throat rested a necklace of moonstone and diamonds, catching the dim firelight with an ethereal glow. He exhaled. "Darling, you look breathtaking." A faint blush colored her cheeks. "And you look... quite handsome tonight." The Duke chuckled, his usual cool demeanor breaking for just a moment. The newborn lay swaddled in soft black linen, his tiny fingers curling instinctively. Dark hair, like his father''s, framed his fragile features. When his eyes¡ªbrilliant green, like twin shards of emerald¡ªfluttered open, the Duchess gasped. "He has your eyes, Amelia." The duke gently lifted his son, holding him as if he were the most precious thing in the world. The moment felt surreal, a whisper of fate intertwining their lives. The carriage awaited them outside, drawn by sleek obsidian stallions, their polished coats gleaming under the night sky. As the couple stepped in, the streets erupted in celebration. Citizens lined the roads, their cheers filling the air as torches lit the night in golden fire. The Duke turned to his wife, a rare warmth in his eyes. "Are you ready?" She nodded, her gaze drifting to the baby in her arms. "Always."
Location - XXXXX County A boy sat beneath the towering oak, bathed in the cold glow of the moonlight. His silver hair shifted in the night breeze, strands catching the soft luminescence as his purple piercing eyes¡ªdeeper than the abyss¡ªstared up at the stars. The wind howled. He did not flinch. A small smirk tugged at his lips. A knowing smile¡ªone far too unfitting for a mere five-year-old. His whisper, soft yet heavy, vanished into the wind. "Gods. Devils. Just wait, you weaklings. I''m coming." Chapter 2 - Life(2) Previously~ Location - XXXXX County A boy sat beneath the towering oak, bathed in the cold glow of the moonlight. His silver hair shifted in the night breeze, strands catching the soft luminescence as his purple piercing eyes¡ªdeeper than the abyss¡ªstared up at the stars. The wind howled. He did not flinch. A small smirk tugged at his lips. A knowing smile¡ªone far too unfitting for a mere five-year-old. His whisper, soft yet heavy, vanished into the wind. "Gods. Devils. Just wait, you weaklings. I''m coming." ¡ª----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Few Days Later Location: Felgris Palace, Tigranclaw Duchy Date: 24th, Month of Zephyris, XXX Edward and Amelia sat beside each other, tension hanging in the air like a drawn bowstring. Beads of sweat formed on their foreheads as silence stretched between them. Then, Amelia exhaled sharply. ¡°Edward, how many times have I told you we should visit them?¡± Edward ran a hand through his dark hair, already anticipating the argument. ¡°Amy, I know. But you also know how busy I¡¯ve been¡ªskirmishes in the northern forests, the emperor summoning me at every minor issue¡ª¡± ¡°That¡¯s not an excuse!¡± Amelia cut in, arms crossed. ¡°It¡¯s been four months since we last saw Father and Mother. Do you have any idea how furious they¡¯ll be?¡± She leaned forward, her voice dropping into a mock whisper. ¡°They will eat you alive, and I won¡¯t help.¡± Edward flinched. ¡°Come on, Amy. You have to help me. I can¡¯t get scolded in front of my own newborn son!¡± He gestured toward the crib, desperation creeping into his tone. ¡°No, Ed. You reap what you sow.¡± With an exaggerated toss of her head, she made her stance clear. Edward sighed, then stood up and took a step toward her. His gaze turned mischievous. ¡°Wh-what are you doing?¡± Amelia stammered, suddenly feeling cornered. ¡°Well,¡± he mused, his fingers drifting to his collar, undoing just enough buttons to tease. ¡°What else can I do? My adorable wife refuses to help me.¡± His voice dipped, confidence dripping from every motion. Amelia¡¯s face turned a deep shade of crimson. ¡°E-Ed, you¡ª you, what are you doing?!¡± Meanwhile, in the crib, their newborn watched the scene unfold with a blank expression. ¡®Ah¡­ Can¡¯t they see there¡¯s a child present?¡¯ His tiny brows twitched as he took in his father¡¯s antics. ¡®Do they think they¡¯re in high school or something?¡¯ Then, as if on instinct, his small mouth wobbled. A soft whimper escaped. Within moments, that whimper became an all-out wail. The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ¡°WAAAAH! WAAAAH!¡± The atmosphere snapped like a taut string. Edward immediately buttoned his shirt, and Amelia rushed to the crib, scooping up the baby with practiced care. ¡°What¡¯s wrong, my baby?¡± she cooed, gently swaying. Edward frowned. ¡°Is he hungry?¡± The baby, snug in Amelia¡¯s arms, quieted slightly. He peeked up at his parents through sleepy green eyes, his thoughts barely coherent¡ª ¡®Hah. That¡¯s what you get.¡¯ Amelia rocked the baby in her arms until he fell asleep. She gently laid him in the crib, making sure not to disturb his peaceful rest. With a relieved sigh, she collapsed onto the bed, tilting her head toward Edward. Feeling her gaze, Edward ran a hand through the back of his neck, his eyes flickering downward as if burdened with guilt. ¡°Edward, don¡¯t you have something to tell me?¡± she asked, batting her lashes playfully, tilting her head in curiosity. Edward let out a small chuckle, rubbing his neck. ¡°Ah¡­ yeah, I almost forgot something.¡± His lips curled into a cheerful smile. ¡°A letter from Alexander arrived and¡ª¡± He paused, glancing at Amelia hesitantly. ¡°What?¡± she prompted, her brows arching in curiosity. Edward smiled. ¡°He became a dad to a baby boy yesterday.¡± Amelia gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as pure joy lit up her emerald eyes. ¡°Sophie had a son?!¡± she exclaimed. Edward chuckled. ¡°And that too, just yesterday! Our boys are practically twins now.¡± ¡ª----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Location-Rugard Palace, Leonhart Duchy Date- 24th, Month of Zephyris, XXX ¡°Amelia had a son?!¡± Duchess Leonhart exclaimed, nearly falling off her chair. ¡°Yes, and he was born on the same day as ours,¡± the duke replied softly, the corners of his lips tugging into a warm smile.. He hugged the Duchess from behind. ¡°Hmm¡­ Alexander, what happened?¡± Alexander exhaled ¡°My wife Sophie¡­our baby is asleep.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you think that after a cousin, he needs a sibling.¡± Alexander whispered mischievously. ¡°Alex,you-you, don¡¯t joke like that.¡± Sophie broke his hug and strode towards the door .Grab¡­ ¡°Not so fast, honey.¡± Alexander pulled her close, her bright green eyes watching him nervously. He watched her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He exhaled softly followed by a smirk. ¡° Haha, were you expecting something honey?¡± he snickered Sophie bit her lip, her pale ears turning red. She grabbed a pillow nearby¡±-you, are you really a duke-¡± she hit him with the pillow repeatedly¡±- You, you are just a little troublemaker!¡± The duke laughed as he protected himself from the pillows, the wool falling from the torn pillows covered the floor. ¡°Hahah-¡± the duke pulled her for a hug ¡°Ahh Sophie, what would I do without you-¡± he hugged her tightly ¡°Please save me from father-in-law this time.¡± he muttered Sophie turned towards him, hugging him tighter- ¡°No!¡± she whispered playfully. Location-??? County An old man sits beside his grandson, the rustling leaves, the beautiful sunset and the smell of oak and soil surrounding them. The old man placed his hand on the lad¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Aren''t you happy now?, you have two brothers.¡± The boy chuckled, turning his head towards his grandfather. ¡°Can¡¯t tell before I see them.¡± A smile crept on his face. Slap¡­ The old man slapped his back- ¡°Don¡¯t smile like that- it¡¯s terrifying.- the man adjusted the boy¡¯s tunic-¡±How do you want them to be?¡± The boy looked at him curtly ¡°I hope they are as crazy as all of us.¡± The boy replied. ¡°Hahah¡± both laughed as the sun drowned beneath the sky. Later this simple conversation between a grandfather and grandchild will become the foundation of a force that will shake the so-called heaven and hell unbiasedly. Chapter 3 - Encounter Location:??? County Date: 25th, Month of Zephyris, XXX An ivory carriage rolled to a halt, its wheels crunching against the gravel-strewn road. The crisp mountain air carried the scent of pine and damp earth as a man stepped out, his sharp gaze sweeping over the towering stone gate ahead. Weathered by time yet unyielding in stature, the words "Duskrane County" were carved deep into its surface. The ground beneath his boots was uneven, worn by countless travelers who had crossed these lands. Moments later, another carriage approached, its wheels reinforced to handle the treacherous incline. The rhythmic clatter of hooves echoed through the valley, blending with the distant howling wind. From the second carriage, a man in a maroon hat and coat emerged, his vest embroidered with symbols of crossed swords and hammers. He bowed deeply before the first carriage, his voice even yet filled with respect. "This humble servant greets the Duke of the East, Duke Leonhart," he announced, stepping forward to open the door. "By the order of my lord, I have been sent to escort you." Duke Leonhart exhaled, his breath curling into the cold air. "Yeah." With a practiced motion, he turned and extended his hand. Tap-tap¡­ The Duchess stepped down, holding a baby in her arms. Despite the chill, her posture was poised, every movement deliberate. As she turned to her husband, her brow furrowed. A flush tinged his otherwise pale face, beads of sweat forming along his forehead. She reached up instinctively, pressing the back of her hand against his skin. "What happened?" she asked softly. Leonhart caught her hand, squeezing it lightly before exhaling sharply. "It¡¯s nothing¡­ just nerves." She studied him for a moment before nodding. "Let¡¯s get inside." Just as they settled into the wooden carriage, the horses neighed, halting abruptly.Duke Leonhart¡¯s grip tightened around the hilt of his sword. "Hello," a voice called out. A man stood ahead, silver hair gleaming in the thin mountain light. His green eyes reflected the surrounding forest, sharp and unyielding. Minutes later, the carriage reached a tunnel entrance, its mouth guarded by armored Duskrane soldiers. Step, step¡­ Leonhart descended, his boots crushing fallen leaves and twigs. Without hesitation, he reached into his coat and retrieved a golden brooch, the metal glinting in the dim light. The insignia¡ªa calm lion with crossed swords¡ªwas unmistakable. The guards stiffened. One of them stepped forward, pressing against a brick within the tunnel wall. A faint click echoed, and a hidden drawer slid open. From within, the guard retrieved a scroll, handling it with the utmost reverence as he presented it to the duke. Duke Leonhart accepted it, turning to his wife. His hold on her tightened slightly. "Shall we go?" "No," the Duchess said firmly. She turned to the guard. "Is my sister here?" The guard hesitated before nodding. "Yes, my lady." A knowing glance passed between the Duke and Duchess. "We¡¯ll sightsee for a bit," Duke Leonhart said, motioning to the guards before leading the way into the tunnel. After walking some distance, the tunnel opened up into what appeared to be the entrance to a mine. A wooden post read, "Ferrum Mine 03." The smell of iron filled the air. Workers in vests and helmets passed in and out of the entrance, and a tent stood at the corner of the mine. With a soft rustle, the fabric of the tent shifted, and Duke Leonhart¡¯s broad frame emerged. "Oh, hello, Alexander." A figure waved from inside the tent. Duke Leonhart¡¯s eyes twitched, his thighs tensing before he launched forward with a powerful lunge. Clang! His Lunar sword glowed with a faint white light, the ancient rune on its blade shimmering with a soft luminescence. Sparks flew as the claymore collided with the man¡¯s silver spear, which shimmered with the same mystical energy. "Stop!" both Duchess Leonhart and Duchess Tigranclaw shouted in unison. Duke Tigranclaw retracted his Void spear and walked back to his chair. He clenched his wrists tightly, but the expression on his face was one of excitement, not anger. Duke Leonhart patted his friend¡¯s shoulder and sat beside him. "Edward, you''ve grown stronger again!" he remarked. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. "Alexander¡­ no need to be modest. The fight isn''t over." Edward replied Alexander smirked. "Where¡¯s your son?"Edward asked, looking around the tent. Alexander shrugged. "Henry took him." Edward groaned, covering his face with his palm. "I see." He sighed, looking up at the fabric of the tent. "Same for you?" Alexander asked, raising an eyebrow, his lips curling into a half-smile. His tone was casual, as if the question didn¡¯t matter much either way. "Same for me." Edward gave a tired sigh in return. Both duchesses walked toward their husbands, clearly discussing something important. "How about visiting the Bleeding River?" Sophie suggested, towering over Alexander. "Nah," Alexander responded, meeting her intense gaze. He gulped. "I mean, yeah, why not?" He gave her a thumbs-up, and she smiled in response. "What about you, Ed?" Amelia asked, her eyes brimming with expectation. "Uhh¡­ Why not?" Edward answered with a shrug. The couples walked out of the tent, the air between them light and filled with quiet understanding. "Here." Alexander handed a piece of paper to a nearby guard, while Edward exchanged words with a stout man wearing thick glasses. "OK," the man replied. They left the mine and began ascending the mountain. The trail twisted through dense trees, sunlight filtering through the canopy and casting dappled shadows on the ground. As they climbed higher, the forest gave way to rocky outcroppings, and the air grew colder, sharper. Finally, they heard the soft trickle of water. Turning in the direction of the sound, they passed through sparse patches of rare vegetation until a breathtaking view unfolded before them. A towering red cliff, streaked with veins of crimson water, loomed above. Moss and algae clung to its surface, while golden eels swam lazily in the blood-hued river that flowed beneath it. The smell of iron filled the air. A sudden splash drew their attention. From the river, a small figure emerged. A five-year-old boy, silver hair drenched in red water, adjusted his clothes before glancing around. Golden eels flopped at his feet. "Ack." The child scratched his head before turning his amethyst gaze toward the party. "Vincent!" Amelia ran forward, pulling out a handkerchief. She rubbed his hair furiously, her eyes full of concern. "What are you doing here?" Vincent pouted, looking at his uncle for help. When he received none, he groaned. "I was just fishing." Both Sophie and Amelia clutched their hearts. "Oh, my little cutie pie!" Amelia crushed him in a hug. Alexander snickered at Edward¡¯s expression. "You¡¯re jealous of a five-year-old." Edward scowled. ¡°Vincent, come here.¡± Sophie motioned, a magic circle floating in her hand. With a flick of her hand, the magic circle expanded and passed through Vincent drying his clothes. ¡°Thank you, auntie!¡± Vincent smiled. ¡°You little, cinnamon roll!¡± Sophie hugged Vincent, ruffling his hair. ¡°Who''s the jealous one now, huh¡± Edward remarked, seeing Alexander accidentally chewing a blade of grass. All the people present looked at Alexander in shock. He realized it late. ¡°Ptooey.¡± He spat the grass out, shaking his head. ¡°I wasn¡¯t jealous.¡± His flushed cheeks, however, said otherwise. ¡°HAHAH!¡± all the people present laughed at him. ¡°Oh dear.¡± Sophie wiped a small tear and walked towards Alexander. She ran her hands through his hair and kissed him gently on the forehead. ¡° Happy now?¡± she smiled. ¡°Hm.¡± Alexander nodded. ¡°Look at you, grinning so shamelessly.¡± Edward said with a disgusted expression. ¡°Heh, you don¡¯t understand love my friend.¡± Alexander spoke with his hand dramatically clenching his chest as if he were a philosopher. ¡°Is that so?¡± Edward lifted his brow. Alexander blinked. ¡°Let me show you what love really is.¡± Edward continued. ¡°Amelia,¡± he shouted. Amelia asked, ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°Uhh¡­ I think something has bitten me.¡± He gestured towards the side of his neck. Amelia carefully approached Edward. Her eyes were full of worry. But as soon as her face was close enough, Edward snapped his head and pecked her lips. Amelia was flustered, she took a few steps back, her face reddened. Alexander and Sophie enjoyed the view while Vincent snickered. ¡°Are you out of your mind?¡± Amelia gasped, slapping Edward¡¯s back. ¡°How-how can you do it infront of a kid?!¡± she pointed to Vincent. ¡°Ehm, I learned a lot auntie.¡± Vincent said softly Amelia became even more red. Roar¡­ A deep growl echoed through the trees. The earth shuddered beneath their feet. A stench of rotten flesh spread through the air. The laughter died. In an instant, Alexander and Edward drew their weapons, while Sophie and Amelia readied their magic circles. Vincent, however, merely chuckled. "Aunt, call me if you need help. It¡¯s not alone." Sophie turned to him, startled. "What?" Before she could press further, a monstrous shape loomed from the shadows. And it wasn¡¯t alone. Chapter 4 - Encounter(2) Location - Duskrane County Date - 25th, Month of Zephyris, XXX Thud... Thud... A monster loomed over Edward and Alexander. It had green skin, muscled arms, red beady eyes, and a fat stomach. Its small, pointy ears twitched as its oversized lower canines jutted up to its nose. The creature grumbled, and several of its companions came trotting behind. However, instead of hunger, their expressions were laced with fear. ¡°Huh!?¡± Alexander blinked. ¡°A troll? That¡¯s the monster?¡± He smirked. ¡°This is child¡¯s play.¡± ¡°Nevertheless, let me handle it.¡± Edward stepped forward, setting his spear aside. Rolling up his sleeves, he casually approached the trolls. Wham! A deafening crash echoed through the forest. Roar! A pink dragon descended. Its scales shimmered like polished rose quartz, reflecting soft hues of pink and gold. Its vast, translucent wings glowed with an ethereal luminescence, resembling silken petals caught in the wind. Despite its gentle color, the beast¡¯s piercing amethyst eyes held an ancient power, and its curved obsidian claws promised destruction to any who underestimated it. ¡°Ed!¡± Amelia shouted. ¡°Haaah¡­ that was close. My dress nearly got ruined.¡± Edward muttered, holding up the dragon¡¯s claw with one hand while adjusting his clothes with the other. ¡°Alex, my spear.¡± He stretched out his hand. But before Alex could pass him the weapon¡ª ¡°Please wait, Uncle!¡± Vincent shrieked. All four of them froze and turned toward him curiously. Vincent fidgeted, twiddling his thumbs as a soft mutter escaped his lips. ¡°That¡¯s my pet dragon.¡± He tugged at his shirt nervously. ¡°What?!¡± Edward exclaimed, carefully lowering the dragon¡¯s claw. The creature seemed just as shocked. Vincent slowly walked toward the dragon, his purple eyes glowing with barely restrained rage. The corners of his lips curled into a devilish smile. The dragon flinched. ¡°Pinky 02, how many times have I told you not to leave your nest without my permission?¡± Vincent¡¯s fist clenched as he showed it to the dragon. ¡°Head down. Now.¡± The dragon immediately snapped into position¡ªhead bowed, front limbs clasped stiffly behind its back, and legs locked straight. It was an awkward, uncomfortable stance, but the dragon held it without complaint, knowing better than to resist punishment. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡°For twenty hours.¡± Beads of sweat formed on the ancient dragon¡¯s forehead. ¡°I understand my error, Master,¡± the dragon said, its voice steady but subdued. ¡°I will not repeat it. Your will is absolute.¡± Amelia and Sophie gasped, while Edward and Alexander stared at Vincent in disbelief. ¡°That¡¯s an ancient dragon,¡± Alexander pointed out, his face contorted in confusion. ¡°Vincent, where did you even find this dragon?¡± Sophie asked worriedly. There had never been any records of a pink dragon in history. Dragons themselves were considered remnants of lost eras and divine beings. ¡°Well,¡±¡ªVincent cleared his throat¡ª¡°when Auntie visited last time, both of you said that I might get a baby brother or sister soon.¡± He looked up at them, their eyes full of suspicion. ¡°A few weeks later, I went for a stroll in the Dragon Realm, thinking of a gift for my cousins. That¡¯s when I came across her.¡± He casually pointed his thumb at the dragon, still in its punishment stance. ¡°So?¡± Amelia prompted. ¡°I figured that if I ended up getting a sister, she¡¯d love a pink-colored dragon,¡± Vincent replied nonchalantly. All four of them gasped, hands flying to their mouths. Their faces were filled with shock and disbelief. Vincent stammered, ¡°Uh, well, I-I first politely asked her, but she refused, so... um¡­¡± ¡°What did you do then?¡± Edward grinned. ¡°I just explained my thoughts to her with my hands.¡± ¡°And she agreed?¡± Alexander raised an eyebrow. ¡°With enough explaining, she decided to serve me.¡± Vincent hesitated, glancing at their stunned expressions before shifting his gaze to the ground. ¡°I wasn¡¯t too harsh, don¡¯t worry about animal cruelty.¡± ¡°As if! Do you think we care about animal cruelty?¡± Amelia yanked Vincent¡¯s ear. ¡°Who goes to the Dragon Realm for a walk?!¡± She let go of his ear and softened, caressing his cheek. ¡°Cinnamon roll, you don¡¯t need to get your siblings a gift,¡± Sophie said gently, kneeling down to hold his hands. ¡°You alone are a gift.¡± ¡°Yeah, and they¡¯re both boys,¡± Alexander added, crossing his arms. ¡°They can choose between black, blue, red, and green dragons,¡± Vincent answered nonchalantly. The adults froze. Their breath hitched. Was this really a five-year-old standing in front of them? ¡°Well,¡±¡ªAmelia broke the silence¡ª¡°our family has always been full of insane men¡­¡± She rubbed her forehead. ¡°But Vincent, don¡¯t do something this dangerous again.¡± ¡°You¡¯re too much like your father and grandfather.¡± Sophie sighed, pinching his cheek. ¡°What if they don¡¯t like dragons?¡± Edward teased. ¡°What are you, an old hag? Stop arguing,¡± Amelia bonked his head. Vincent put a hand on his chin, lost in thought. A flicker of understanding flashed across his face. His fingers curled into a fist, and with a sharp clap, he smacked it into his open palm. ¡°I¡¯ve got it!¡± ¡°They can still choose from wyverns, phoenixes, thunderbirds, chimeras, and sea leviathans,¡± he announced confidently. At this point, Edward quietly sat on a rock nearby, Alexander following him. ¡°I can feel it,¡± Edward muttered, exchanging a knowing look with Alexander. Meanwhile, Amelia and Sophie whispered among themselves. ¡°He¡¯s becoming more and more like Father and Henry,¡± Amelia said, her expression darkening. ¡°His power is unprecedented for a mere five-year-old. He might even surpass Henry in a few years,¡± Sophie sighed. ¡°Hmm¡­¡± They exhaled in unison. Vincent, oblivious to their concerns, was still deep in thought. If they don¡¯t like pets¡­ should I find something else? He brushed his chin. Alexander stood up and adjusted his clothes before pulling a parchment from his pocket. ¡°Let¡¯s wrap up our outing.¡± He signaled the group. ¡°Yeah¡­ Vincent, come hunting with Uncle next time,¡± Edward winked. ¡°Really?!¡± Vincent¡¯s eyes gleamed. ¡°With me too,¡± Alexander added. ¡°Not happening.¡± Sophie crossed her arms. ¡°Edward, you¡¯re not taking my nephew to those treacherous mountain ranges,¡± Amelia huffed, pulling Vincent toward her. ¡°We¡¯ll see,¡± Edward said with a smirk. Vincent grinned back. Tear¡ª Alexander tore the parchment. A magic circle appeared beneath them, mystic runes glowing as the green sigil pulsed with ethereal energy. In a flash, the group vanished into a different landscape. Chapter 5 - Family Previously- Alexander tore the parchment. A magic circle appeared beneath them, mystic runes glowing on the green circle. Ethereal energy surrounded them and suddenly they warped to a different landscape. ¡ª-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Location- Warp station 01, Duskrane County Date- 25th, Month of Zephyris, XXXX Fwish The party materialized in a dimly lit room, their feet standing on an altar of solid stone. The circular platform was carved with intricate runes that pulsed faintly, the last remnants of the warp¡¯s energy fading into the air. ¡°Haah.¡± Alex inhaled deeply, the musty scent of old stone filling his lungs. Within moments, the doors swung open, and servants streamed in, lining up with precision. They were clad in white and purple uniforms, the insignia of crossed hammers and swords embroidered on their vests. A butler stepped forward and bowed deeply. His face, aged yet dignified, creased into a warm smile. ¡°We greet the Dukes and welcome Lady Amelia and Lady Sophie.¡± Straightening, he placed a hand over his chest. ¡°Please, allow me the honor of escorting the guests of my lord.¡± ¡°Uncle Jonathan, no need to be so formal,¡± Sophie said with a grin. Amelia¡¯s gaze softened as she noticed his slight limp. ¡°How are you, Uncle? Do your joints still ache?¡± A small tear escaped the old man¡¯s eye. ¡°Lady Amelia, Lady Sophie¡­ This old man is grateful for your concern.¡± Alex nudged Ed, lowering his voice. ¡°Isn¡¯t he the butler who babysat them?¡± Ed sighed, shaking his head. ¡°Yeah. Can¡¯t believe they made a five-star knight look after two girls with runny noses.¡± He clapped a hand on Alex¡¯s shoulder. As they stepped out of the chamber, a crisp mountain breeze washed over them. The vast gardens stretched as far as the eye could see, their emerald waves swaying gently with the wind. They had barely taken a few steps when Alex suddenly halted. His brows furrowed in confusion. ¡°¡­Where¡¯s Vincent?¡± Jonathan blinked. ¡°Young Master Vincent? He is with Lord Duskrane.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Ed scratched his head. Amelia¡¯s eyes lit up as if recalling something. ¡°Wait. While we were warping, I saw another magic circle beneath Vincent.¡± She turned to Sophie. ¡°It must be Orianne,¡± Sophie confirmed with a nod.
Duskrane Castle As the vast gardens gave way to the estate¡¯s core, Duskrane Castle loomed ahead. It was an imposing yet unassuming structure¡ªunlike the grand, ornamented keeps of wealthier noble houses, Duskrane¡¯s stronghold was built for resilience, not extravagance. Its gray stone walls, weathered by time, bore the marks of countless seasons but stood unyielding. High towers crowned its corners, providing a commanding view of the land, while the reinforced gatehouse ensured its defenses remained formidable. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Yet within its walls, Duskrane Castle was anything but plain. The training grounds were its pride¡ªfar larger than those of most noble keeps. Rows of well-maintained sparring rings, archery ranges, and combat dummies sprawled across the estate. Soldiers trained under strict discipline, their synchronized movements a testament to the house¡¯s martial tradition. Even underground chambers and enclosed halls allowed for training in harsh weather, while an advanced drill section¡ªfeaturing moving targets, agility courses, and reinforced sparring pits¡ªset it apart from other noble houses. Beyond the training grounds, the castle gardens and home plantations stretched in careful harmony. Ornamental and medicinal plants thrived alongside each other, their carefully arranged plots ensuring both beauty and utility. The orchards bore fruit in abundance, while the grain fields and vineyards provided sustenance for the estate. Duskrane did not rely on outside trade¡ªit thrived on self-sufficiency. At dusk, as the last light faded beyond the horizon, the castle remained alive¡ªthe distant clash of swords, the rustling of wind through the trees, and the flickering glow of torches casting shadows along the stone walls. Duskrane Castle was not a beacon of opulence, but of strength, resilience, and quiet refinement. As they walked, a long line of figures awaited them. At the center stood Count Duskrane, an elderly man with a flowing white beard and piercing blue eyes. Beside him was his wife, Countess Duskrane, her golden hair gleaming under the evening light, green eyes filled with warmth. To the Count¡¯s right stood his firstborn and only son, Young Count Henry Duskrane. His white hair shimmered like frost, his blue eyes steady with a warrior¡¯s discipline. At his side, his wife, Young Countess Orianne Duskrane, smiled gently. Her golden locks were tied in an elegant bun, and her amethyst eyes gleamed with quiet intelligence. And between them, dressed in a fine purple vest over a white shirt, stood Vincent Duskrane¡ªgrinning as the party approached. ¡°Father! Mother!¡± Amelia and Sophie ran forward, embracing the Count tightly. ¡°I missed you, my daughters.¡± The Count¡¯s arms wrapped around them with the gentleness of a father, but the firmness of a man who had seen decades of war. The Countess cleared her throat, crossing her arms. ¡°Oh? So you don¡¯t miss me?¡± ¡°We missed you too!¡± Amelia and Sophie laughed, pulling her into the embrace. Henry let out a dramatic sigh. ¡°After getting married, you two completely forgot about me. I¡¯m angry!¡± Amelia and Sophie exchanged grins before tackling him in a hug. Henry pouted but gave in, pinching their cheeks playfully. ¡°I¡¯m here too, you know,¡± Orianne teased, waving. Sophie turned to her, hugging her tightly. ¡°Elder sister! How are you?¡± Amelia cupped Orianne¡¯s cheeks. ¡°You look pale¡­ Is Henry troubling you?¡± Orianne chuckled. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. He spoils me more than he should.¡± Amelia narrowed her eyes. ¡°If he ever troubles you, tell us immediately.¡± Henry raised his hands in exasperation. ¡°Are you brats really my sisters?¡± He pointed at them. ¡°Don¡¯t fill my wife¡¯s head with nonsense.¡± Sophie smirked. ¡°It¡¯s just hard to believe you even have a loving side.¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± Amelia chimed in. ¡°We only ever saw you as a rampaging bear.¡± Henry¡¯s mouth opened in protest, but the Countess intervened. ¡°Amy, Sophie¡ªgo rest up. You must be exhausted.¡± Orianne let out a soft giggle. Henry, catching sight of his wife¡¯s smile, immediately straightened up, adjusting his clothes. Then, turning to Alex and Ed, he stretched out a hand. ¡°How are you, brothers-in-law?¡± Ed shook his hand with a tired sigh. ¡°Never better.¡± Alex hesitated before taking it. ¡°Just fine.¡± A voice suddenly rang out. ¡°Henry!¡± A suffocating pressure filled the air. It wasn¡¯t magic¡ªit was something far heavier. An oppressive aura, stronger than an ancient dragon¡¯s, bore down on them. Vincent raised a small hand. The moment it entered their view, the weight lifted. ¡°Grandpa, may I go? I have to feed Pinky 02.¡± The Count¡¯s expression of fury melted into a warm smile. ¡°Yes, you may.¡± Fwoosh! Vincent vanished in an instant. Count Duskrane turned his gaze toward Ed and Alex. ¡°Let¡¯s continue this talk in the training grounds.¡± He strode toward the platform, his presence commanding. Alex and Ed exchanged nervous glances. They turned to Henry for help, but he only smirked, pulling out a small box of popcorn from a magic circle. The real nightmare was about to begin. Chapter 6 - Family(2) Previously~ Vincent vanished in an instant. Count Duskrane turned his gaze toward Ed and Alex. ¡°Let¡¯s continue this talk in the training grounds.¡± He strode toward the platform, his presence commanding. Alex and Ed exchanged nervous glances. They turned to Henry for help, but he only smirked, pulling out a small box of popcorn from a magic circle. The real nightmare was about to begin. ¡ª-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Location ¨C Training Grounds, Duskrane County

Date ¨C 25th, Month of Zephyris, XXXX Edward swallowed nervously, his throat dry. In desperation, he blurted out¡ª ¡°Father-in-law, have you seen the kids?¡± ¡°Yeah, how about we talk after seeing the kids?¡± Alexander¡¯s hopeful eyes gleamed. Count Duskrane raised his sword. ¡°No need. Henry brought them long before you arrived.¡± Their last hope shattered. They turned to Henry with a glare, but he only grinned, tossing another handful of salted popcorn into his mouth. ¡°I like it salted.¡± He smirked, as if that was the question. ¡°Come on, how long will you make an old man wait?¡± Count Duskrane¡¯s voice carried the faintest embers of impatience. Alexander and Edward exchanged glances. Slowly, reluctantly, they unsheathed their weapons¡ªAlexander¡¯s Lunar Sword and Edward¡¯s Void Spear. Then, suddenly, a flicker of mischief lit up Alexander¡¯s face. ¡°Father-in-law, it¡¯s not good for your health to spar with both of us at your age.¡± He patted Edward¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Ed here would love to go first.¡± Edward¡¯s eyes widened in betrayal. ¡®This bastard¡ªhow dare you throw me under the carriage!¡¯ He dramatically raised a hand. ¡°Alexander, please don¡¯t hold back! I know how much you love Father-in-law. You should go first.¡± Alexander gaped at him in disbelief. ¡°Father, they¡¯re stalling for time,¡± Henry said casually, tossing another kernel into his mouth. Both of them turned to Henry with the deadliest side-eye. Henry, unfazed, simply added more salt to his popcorn.

BOOM!

In an instant, Count Duskrane lunged forward, closing the distance with a single explosive step. His greatsword cleaved through the air. FWIP! CRASH! The impact shattered the stone beneath them, sending debris flying. Henry flicked his fingers, opening a magic circle. The fragments vanished¡ªthen reappeared through a larger magic square, hurtling straight toward Edward and Alexander. BOOM! CRASH! Both men dodged, but in that moment¡ª CLANG! The Count¡¯s greatsword met Alexander¡¯s Lunar Sword, forcing them apart. ¡°Ed!¡± Alexander shrieked. STAB! Edward¡¯s spear shot toward the Count¡¯s back¡ªbut met only air. ¡°Cowardly.¡± A cold voice whispered behind him. CLASH! Edward barely managed to parry as the Count reappeared, his strikes relentless. Alexander lunged in from behind¡ªonly for the Count to flick his greatsword effortlessly, knocking him off balance. Edward seized the opportunity, lunging forward with a spinning slash. SWISH! The Count sidestepped, and Edward¡¯s spear carved through the platform instead, splitting the stone. Alexander exhaled sharply, feeling a slight burn in his legs. He glanced at Edward. Across from them, the Count flexed his fingers. His hands trembled¡ªjust slightly. ¡®Age has caught up with me¡­¡¯ And yet, a smile played on his lips. Alexander narrowed his eyes. He moved, leaving afterimages behind. WHOOSH! A blur of Alexanders lunged toward the Count. BANG! Alexander¡¯s sword was intercepted¡ªnot by the Count, but by a chunk of debris, wielded by Henry. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ¡°Isn¡¯t that cheating?¡± Alexander asked. Edward felt something ignite in his chest. He stepped forward, placing a hand on Alexander¡¯s shoulder. A grin stretched across his face, sweat dripping down his forehead. ¡°Bring it on.¡±
¡°Okay. Rules are the same¡ªno aura, no mana. Pure physical attacks.¡± Henry cracked his knuckles. ¡°Works for me.¡± Edward stepped back, rolling his shoulders. Alexander eyed Henry. ¡°You¡¯re not using a weapon?¡± Henry smirked and pulled out a pair of purple gloves with black outlines¡ªbarely distinguishable from leather gloves, save for the enchantments woven into them. ¡°I only need these.¡± ¡°Alright, round two¡ª¡± Henry motioned downward. ¡°Start.¡±
BATTLE ¨C ROUND TWO BOOM! CLANG! Alexander¡¯s blade met Henry¡¯s fist. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the air. Alexander swung diagonally¡ªonly for Henry to gently parry it aside. In the next instant, Henry was inside his guard. Alexander¡¯s instincts screamed. He raised an arm¡ª Henry smirked. At the last second, his upward-moving fist suddenly reversed direction. THUD! An elbow slammed into Alexander¡¯s ribs. Alexander gasped, staggering back, his breath catching as if he¡¯d hit an invisible wall. Henry didn¡¯t waste the opening. Twisting his hip, he launched a cross toward Alexander¡¯s face. CLANG! Alexander barely blocked in time. With a grunt, he lunged, stabbing toward Henry¡¯s chest. Henry dodged¡ª Alexander smirked, twisting mid-motion, launching a spinning kick. SKID! Henry blocked¡ªbut the sheer impact sent him sliding across the platform. On the other side, Edward and the Count exchanged relentless blows. Suddenly¡ª FWIP! Edward threw his spear. The Count parried it¡ª BAM! BAM! ¡ªbut in the brief moment it obscured his vision, Edward struck three times. A hit to the throat. A strike to the solar plexus. A final gut punch. The Count staggered; his breathing heavy. Both men locked eyes. They understood. Without hesitation, they yanked off their coats, brooches, and accessories. Now, only pants and half-buttoned shirts remained. Alexander saw the change. He exhaled. ¡®What am I afraid of? I¡¯m not weak.¡¯ Shedding his coat, he tightened his ponytail. Then, he picked up his sword. His blade met Henry¡¯s punch. BAM! A shockwave tore through the air. They didn¡¯t notice the castle walls shaking, the trees breaking. They didn¡¯t see the ground itself fracturing¡ª Until a magic circle erupted between them.A pillar of ice shot up blocking both of them. Similarly a wall of stone appeared between Henry and Alexander. The men turned to see the ladies of the house staring at them, their hands crossed, annoyance clearly lingered on their faces. The countess moved first, she went up to the count and stretched his ear. ¡°Ouch!... Olivia, it hurts.¡± the Count protested ¡°Hoh¡­ so it hurts now.? Did it not hurt when you were fighting like a mad bull, Thomas?¡± Olivia pinched his ear even harder. The count was not suffering alone. Sophie strode towards Alexander; she stared at him furiously. ¡®I¡¯m scared. I¡¯m weak.¡¯ Alexander¡¯s thoughts betrayed his determination from earlier. Sophie bonked his head, ¡°Are you a warmonger? Why fighting at every little chance?¡± she asked in anger. ¡°I¡­ I did not sta-¡± he looked at his father-in-law, ¡°I am sorry.¡± Alexander¡¯s face drooped. Sophie turned her back. ¡°Don¡¯t do it next time.¡± A smile appeared on Alexander¡¯s face. Amelia lightly placed her hand on the ice pillar, dissolving her magic. She did not say anything to Edward, nor did she go to him. Edward noticed the pout on his wife¡¯s face. He slowly walked towards her, buttoning his shirt. Placing his hands on her shoulder, Edward apologized. ¡°I am sorry for troubling you.¡± Amelia turned towards him. ¡°Sorry for what?¡± Edward smiled, caressing her hair which went to her shoulders. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for making my cute wife worry and I am sorry for behaving with father-in-law in such a manner.¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t your fault.¡± Amelia ran her hand through his thin trimmed beard. ¡°Ok.¡± Edward replied softly. Henry could not look Orianne in her eyes. He frantically avoided making any eye contact with her. Orianne disabled the stone wall and walked towards Henry. She whispered softly in his ear. ¡°You are sleeping on the couch for a week.¡± Henry fell to his knees; he felt like his world had shattered. He stretched his hand towards Orianne who walked away from him. Edward and Alexander saw the scene unravel. ¡°Serves you right!¡± they muttered with a satisfied smile. ¡°Now, boys line up.¡± Olivia ordered. With a snap, green light enveloped their wounds, healing them. ¡°Now for the damage.¡± Olivia looked around. "How will you reimburse for this.¡± WHAM! A thunderbird descended, its plumage glowed with an ethereal blue hue, as though woven from the very essence of storms. Raindrops danced upon its wings but never soaked them, repelled by the electric energy that pulsed from its body like a living stormcloud. ¡°Let me help, grandma.¡± Vincent descended from the bird. He patted it softly.¡±Sparky 01, thanks for the ride!¡± The bird cooed before stretching its wing and disappearing to the vast sky, thunder bolts still present where it stood. ¡°Now.¡± Vincent lightly stomped on the platform . A circle emerged from beneath, white runes glowing.The circle did not merely glow¡ªit bent reality itself. Symbols floating weightlessly in the air, shifting positions as if rejecting the laws of physics. Space distorted around it, stretching and folding in on itself, while the distant echoes of past and future murmured through the ever-shifting runes Bits of the stage slowly went back to their rightful place. The castle walls repaired themselves. But the trees and gardens remained in ruins. ¡°Auntie Sophie, I need your help.¡± Sophie opened her palm, a magic square pulsating with emerald energy appeared. Suddenly the trees and gardens healed, growing back to their former glory. A few moments later~ All the men, from Thomas to Vincent kneeled in front of the ladies. Their heads down. ¡°Now-¡± Olivia started the interrogation. Chapter 7 - Family(3) Previously~ A few moments later~ All the men, from Thomas to Vincent kneeled in front of the ladies. Their heads down. ¡°Now-¡± Olivia started the interrogation. ¡ª------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Location - Duskrane Castle Date - 25th, Month of Zephyris, XXXX Seated regally, Olivia crossed her legs, her sharp gaze sweeping over the men before her. "I''ll start with the oldest." She turned to Thomas, her voice edged with authority. "Why were you beating up our sons-in-law?" Ed and Alex exchanged amused glances before looking at Count Duskrane, their father-in-law, with barely contained curiosity. Thomas stammered. "Well¡­ doesn''t it bother you? These two barely ever let go of my daughters!" Olivia frowned, unimpressed. "It''s normal for daughters to visit their family once in a few months." Thomas huffed, looking at his daughters for support, but they remained expressionless. "I love them more than you do," he insisted. "I can''t sleep without talking to them." Olivia let out a sigh, shaking her head. "Oh, please. Every time I tell you to call them on the ''combox,'' you say you''re too tired and will do it tomorrow!" Thomas hung his head, caught red-handed. "From now on," Olivia declared, "you¡¯ll talk to them daily." A flicker of hope lit up Thomas¡¯s face¡ªonly to be crushed immediately. "And your punishment¡ª" Olivia continued, cutting him off before he could celebrate, "¡ªis to apologize to the sons-in-law." Thomas hesitated. His lips parted in protest, but at Olivia¡¯s piercing glare, he swallowed his pride. Face flushed, he turned to Ed and Alex. "I-I¡¯m sorry," he mumbled, the words foreign on his tongue. Ed and Alex froze, their jaws practically hitting the floor. Frantically, they waved their hands. "It¡¯s alright, father-in-law!" Ed blurted, sweating. "Men fight sometimes, no big deal," Alex added quickly, nodding for emphasis. Then, he glanced around. "Please, raise your head!" Thomas immediately straightened, but as he tried to inch away, Olivia¡¯s sharp gaze stopped him in his tracks. "Where do you think you¡¯re going?" she asked, eyes narrowing. "Sit." Like a reprimanded child, Thomas sank back down, placing his hands on his head in surrender. Next, Olivia turned to Henry. "Do you realize your mistake?" Henry nodded solemnly. "Yes." "And what was it?" "I should¡¯ve stopped Father, but instead, I joined him." He sighed, turning to Ed and Alex before bowing slightly. "Forgive me." Ed scratched his head awkwardly. "It¡¯s fine." "Yeah, no hard feelings," Alex added with a casual shrug. Henry beamed, looking expectantly at his mother. Olivia smiled. "Good. Your punishment is to clean Vincent¡¯s monster farm." Henry¡¯s smile shattered instantly. "Wait, what?! But I apologized!" "Apologizing doesn¡¯t fix property damage." Olivia¡¯s arms crossed in finality. "Property damage?! But Vincent fixed it!" Henry looked around, eyes filled with betrayal. Olivia ignored him completely. Thomas patted his son''s back, shaking his head in mock sympathy. "Good luck shoveling mountains of monster poop, son." Henry collapsed onto the floor, his eyes lifeless. "Is he in shock?" Ed whispered. "That sounds rough¡­" Alex muttered under his breath. Finally, Olivia turned her gaze to Ed and Alex. The two flinched. "You two are innocent. Stand up." Blinking in disbelief, they wasted no time scrambling to their feet, retreating behind their wives like soldiers escaping the battlefield. The room fell silent as everyone''s attention shifted to Vincent. Unlike the others, the five-year-old looked completely at ease, his big round eyes blinking up at Olivia. Amelia, Sophie, and the others couldn¡¯t understand why such an adorable child was being punished. Vincent tilted his head innocently. "Why am I being punished, Grandma?" The women¡¯s hearts melted instantly. Even Olivia faltered, clearing her throat to regain composure. "Vincent," she said, rubbing her temples, "do you really not know your mistake?" Vincent pouted slightly. "No." Olivia sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Where did you learn nine-circle magic like time manipulation?" The mood in the room shifted instantly. A heavy silence settled. Learning a new type of magic¡ªespecially one as advanced as time manipulation¡ªwas a major decision requiring careful deliberation. Vincent frowned and turned to Thomas, who suddenly found the ceiling incredibly interesting. "I told Grandpa to tell you," Vincent muttered. All eyes snapped to Thomas. Olivia¡¯s arms folded across her chest. "Care to explain?" Thomas awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Well¡­ I was going to tell you¡ª" He hesitated before finally sighing. "You all know Merlin?" Everyone nodded. "The new archmage who refuses to show his face?" Amelia asked. "He was in the news a few weeks ago," Orianne added. Thomas hesitated before turning back to Vincent. "Merlin¡­ is an alias." He exhaled. "Vincent has been attending the Spectral Tower." Silence. Then¡ª "WHAT?!" Henry shrieked. Ed and Alex looked at each other, stunned beyond words. Amelia and Sophie froze before breaking into bright smiles and clinging to Orianne. "Congratulations, sister!" they cheered, hugging a still-stunned Orianne. Olivia, meanwhile, calmly walked up to Thomas and¡ª BONK! "You old fool! Why didn¡¯t you tell us?!" Thomas rubbed his aching head. "I¡­ forgot?" Before anyone could react, Henry suddenly lifted Vincent into the air, tossing him up like a trophy. "My son is an Archmage!" Then, he spun around and rushed to Orianne. "Twins, back off from my wife!" he snapped at Amelia and Sophie, before wrapping Orianne in a tight embrace. "Dear, did you hear that?! Our son is an archmage!" Orianne remained frozen, her mind still processing the revelation. After a few moments, color finally returned to her face. She gently pulled Vincent into her arms, her eyes glistening. "My son, Mom¡¯s proud of you." She kissed his forehead. "But why didn¡¯t you tell Mother and Father about this?" Vincent flinched, avoiding her gaze. His small hands clenched slightly as he hesitated. Tears welled up in Orianne¡¯s eyes. "Do you¡­ not trust your mother?" Vincent¡¯s lips trembled. He glanced at Henry, who gave him a small nod toward his mother. Slowly, Vincent¡¯s tiny hands wrapped around Orianne in a hug. "I¡¯m sorry, Mother. I won¡¯t make this mistake again." Orianne wiped her tears, pressing a kiss to his temple. Just then¡ª WAAH!WAAH! A sound emerged from the door. ¡°Jonathan,!¡± Thomas shouted. In moments, the old butler appeared. He bowed slightly. ¡°What¡¯s this disturbance?¡± Thomas asked ¡°My lord, forgive me. Your grandchildren just woke up.¡± Thomas glanced at Olivia. ¡°Understood. You may go.¡± Thomas motioned. Jonathan disappeared from the room like a gust of air. Two maids entered the room, in their hands they carried the two babies. Amelia and Sophie took the babies in their arms. They tried to calm them. No progress. Olivia stepped forward, she motioned the maid who brought two bottle of milk later. Olivia calmly placed the children in a soft crib one by one and began feeding them through the bottles. The bottles levitated, freeing the mothers from the extra effort. She turned towards her daughter. ¡°Try to feed them yourselves as much as you can. That makes them healthier.¡± Sophie looked at Olivia,¡± Understood, mother .¡± while Amelia nodded shyly. ¡°What are their names?¡± Henry asked his sisters. Edward and Alexander came forward, ¡°We want our father-in-law to name them.¡± Alexander announced Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Edward nodded in approval. The room fell into a shock. Everyone including the maids looked at them in shock. Sophie broke the silence,¡±Whaat!, I thought you were taking time to give them a better name.¡± ¡°Ed, I don¡¯t think that¡¯s a good idea.¡± Amelia calmly looked at Edward. ¡°Why?¡± the duo asked. ¡°You don¡¯t know father''s naming sense, brothers-in-law.¡±- Everyone in the room from Olivia to Orianne nodded. ¡°Come on now, how bad can it be?¡± Alexander hesitated ¡°Yeah, I have definitely improved.¡± Thomas huffed. ¡°Let me tell you father¡¯s dark history brothers,-¡± Henry looked serious- ¡°He has a weird obsession with middle names.¡± Henry gulped ¡°When he was naming me, he decided my name would be ¡®Fistorius Warflame Duskrane'', mother stopped him at the last second, saving me.¡± Sophie stepped forward,¡±He wanted to name me,¡¯Isolde Moonkicker Duskrane¡¯, like who wants to kick the moon!¡± Amelia shyly muttered, ¡° He was gonna name me,Genevieve Dragonfist Duskrane, it sounds like a tavern brawler.¡± Henry continued,¡± Thankfully mother saved us,¡± Edward nervously said, ¡°But maybe he may have improved?¡± ¡°Orianne, tell him what he named Vincent.¡± Henry motioned. Orianne sighed softly,¡±He was gonna name him, ¡®Cornelius Hoof Duskrane¡¯.¡± Vincent was shocked, a look of horror flushed over his face. He gave Thomas a disappointing look. Both the dukes felt into a shock regretting their words. They looked up to see Thomas, looking at them with puppy eyes. Edward stepped forward,¡± How about a last chance?¡± Alexander nodded. Olivia pinched her nose, ¡° If you wish.¡± Thomas rubbed his hand, ¡°Thanks, son-in-laws, you understand me more than my own children.¡± He glanced at Henry and others. ¡°Ehem, " he cleared his throat, and looked at the children - ¡°Brown hair and green eyes, he is a Leonhart. Black hair and green eyes, he is a Tigranclaw.¡±- ¡°Hmm¡± he scratched his beard. Then with a sudden excitement he clapped, ¡° Yes, I found the perfect names for them.¡± A glimmer of hope passed over them. ¡°First Leonhart,-¡± Alexander puffed his chest, ¡° He shall be named, Benedict Smash Leonhart.¡± Alexander fell to the ground while Edward chuckled. Count Duskrane moved forward-¡±Now, for Tigranclaw..¡± Edward clenched his fists in nervousness.¡± How about, Gorgonius Crank Tigranclaw.¡± Edward joined Alexander in shock. Sophie placed a hand on her face while Amelia sighed sharply. BONK! ¡°Old man, I¡¯m astonished at your ability to come up with such bad names.¡± Henry raised his hands. ,¡±Told you, a monkey can fly better than father can name.¡± Orianne just looked at the babies with pity. ¡®Is this gramps, for real?¡¯ the brown haired one stared at Thomas in disbelief. ¡®Please don¡¯t accept father.¡¯ The black haired baby looked at his parents with a hopeful gaze. ¡®Grandma, please bonk him again.¡¯ Vincent sighed and gave a slow, disapproving shake of his head. Everyone looked at Olivia, waiting for something to happen. Olivia calmly stepped forward. ¡°Can I do the naming?¡± All of them, including the babies, nodded in approval. The countess examined the babies closely, then with a determined smile she said, ¡°How about, Raphaeldor Tigranclaw and Leonatus Leonhart?¡± Silence. Then excitement- ¡°That¡¯s so cool mother!¡± Sophie hugged Olivia. ¡°The children like them.¡± Amelia softly said, looking at the smiles on the children¡¯s face. ¡°Thank you, mother-in-law!¡± The dukes sighed in unison. ¡°Grandma, you are so cool!¡± Vincent gave Olivia a thumbs up. ¡°They are magnificent, mother-in-law.¡± Orianne assured. ¡°I was just thinking of naming them the same.¡± Thomas interrupted, straightening his tie. Everyone looked at him blankly. KNOCK Thankfully, Jonathan knocked the door, ending the silence. ¡°Master, the dinner is ready. Would you like to proceed?¡± "This night has been exhausting." She glanced at Thomas, who was made to sit obediently in his spot, hands on his head like a misbehaving schoolboy. "You, get up." Thomas, relieved, scrambled to his feet. But before he could retreat, Olivia¡¯s voice stopped him cold. "But you¡¯re not off the hook yet." Thomas froze mid-step. His shoulders slumped as he turned back. "What now?" Olivia¡¯s sharp gaze bore into him. "Hiding something as big as Vincent being the Archmage is unacceptable. Also how dare you think of such faulty names for my grandchildren." She exhaled. "Your punishment is¡ª" "Wait!" Henry suddenly interrupted, raising his hand like a desperate student trying to delay a test. Everyone turned to him. "Mother," he said, clearing his throat, "shouldn''t we, uh, celebrate instead?" He gave a forced grin. "I mean, we named the boys, and our Vincent is an Archmage!" Thomas nodded vigorously, seizing the opportunity. "Yes! This calls for a feast! A grand one!" "An excellent idea, father!" Henry quickly agreed. Ed and Alex, catching on, chimed in. "I second that!" Ed said, lifting his hand. "A banquet would be nice," Alex added. Even Vincent looked up at Olivia expectantly, eyes shimmering with hope. Olivia narrowed her eyes, scanning the room. Every single male was looking at her with hopeful (or desperate) expressions. Even Thomas had his hands clasped together in prayer. She sighed. "Fine." "YES!" Henry pumped his fist. "But," Olivia added, raising a finger, "your punishment stands, Thomas." Thomas visibly deflated. "Damn it¡­" Ignoring him, Olivia turned to Jonathan, who awaited orders. "Cancel the dinner. Prepare for a feast. Let the servants know that the Duskrane household will celebrate tonight." Jonathan bowed. "As you wish, my lady." And just like that, the atmosphere shifted from one of judgment and punishment to excitement and celebration. A Few Hours Later The grand hall of Duskrane Castle was alive with music, laughter, and the rich aroma of a feast prepared for royalty. Golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over the long banquet table, which was overflowing with delicacies. Roasted wyvern meat, fine wines, exotic fruits from distant lands¡ªno expense had been spared. At the head of the table, beside Thomas, Olivia sat with her usual composed elegance, though her eyes softened as she watched her family enjoy themselves. Thomas, now in much higher spirits, raised his goblet. "To my grandson! The youngest Archmage in history!" The hall erupted in cheers. Vincent, sitting beside Orianne, blinked in confusion. "Do I have to say something?" Henry laughed, patting his son¡¯s head. "Just say thank you, son." Vincent nodded. "Thank you." Everyone laughed at his simple yet adorable response. Meanwhile, Ed and Alex were having a not-so-peaceful dinner experience. "You guys are eating too slowly," Amelia scolded Ed, holding a forkful of food to his mouth. "Come on, open up," Sophie urged Alex, doing the same. "We can eat by ourselves!" Ed protested. "Yeah, this is embarrassing," Alex muttered. But the twins ignored them, shoving food into their mouths anyway. Thomas smirked. "Serves you two right." The lively chatter and clinking of glasses filled the hall as the celebration stretched into the night, marking a day none of them would forget. As the family sat in the grand dining hall, the air buzzed with cheerful laughter and lighthearted conversation. Jokes were exchanged, glasses clinked, and the warmth of the evening settled over everyone like a comforting embrace. Sophie suddenly smirked, nudging Amelia. "Hey, Amy, remember when Henry was being chased by wyverns?" Amelia chuckled, nodding. "How could I forget? He was running for his life, screaming the whole time." Henry flinched at the mention of it, already regretting his existence. Orianne, intrigued, turned to them. "What happened?" Henry quickly waved a hand, feigning nonchalance. "Nothing,wife of mine, nothing at all. Just a... minor incident." Orianne''s curiosity only deepened. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she looked at Sophie and Amelia. "I¡¯d really love to hear about it." The sisters exchanged glances, barely holding back their grins. Sophie leaned in. "Well, what happened was..."
Flashback ¨C 18 Years Ago Henry had just turned ten a few weeks earlier, and as usual, he woke up that morning with mischief on his mind. His latest brilliant idea? Hide his sisters'' favorite rabbits somewhere they¡¯d never find them. And so, he ventured to the Veilspire Mountains, tied the unsuspecting hares to a tree, and returned home, fully prepared to bask in their frustration. Except, this time, it didn¡¯t go as planned. When Amelia and Sophie couldn''t find their beloved pets, they were devastated. Instead of the usual shouting or chasing, they broke into tears, their little faces red and puffy. Henry, expecting rage, was instead hit with overwhelming guilt. Feeling like the worst brother in existence, he caved immediately and took them to the mountains to retrieve the rabbits. Everything was fine. Until it wasn¡¯t. Just as they were making their way back, a group of wyverns spotted them. Their hungry eyes gleamed as they licked their fangs. Henry''s stomach dropped. Without hesitation, he scooped up both sisters and bolted down the mountain path, heart pounding like a war drum. "WHY?! WHY DID I DO THIS?!" he screamed, dodging branches and leaping over rocks. The wyverns gave chase, their thunderous steps shaking the ground beneath them. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!" Henry bellowed, panic settling deep into his bones.
End of Flashback Back in the present, Sophie burst into laughter. "Orianne, you should¡¯ve seen him!" Henry groaned, rubbing his temples. "Can we not¡ª?" "He was screaming like a banshee," Amelia added, smirking. "And he kept making these desperate promises, saying he¡¯d donate all his pocket money to the temples if he survived!" The entire table erupted in laughter. But then, the Countess tilted her head, smiling knowingly. "Oh, but aren''t you forgetting what happened after that?" Amelia¡¯s smile widened as she picked up where she left off. "Both of our rabbits were crushed under the wyverns¡¯ feet before we could reach them," Amelia said dramatically. "We ran as fast as we could, but they were closing in on us." Henry groaned, sinking lower into his seat. He knew exactly where this was going. "And then," Amelia continued, "Henry tripped on a rock. Face-planted right into the dirt." The entire hall snickered. "Both of us went flying toward the wyverns," Sophie added. "At that moment, we thought we were done for." "But then," Amelia said, turning to Henry with a proud expression, "our dear brother suddenly yanked a small knife from his belt and threw it at the closest wyvern¡ª" "It was pure desperation," Henry muttered under his breath. "¡ªbut the moment the knife left his hand, it turned into an Aura Blade and struck the wyvern dead on the spot!" Everyone at the table looked at Henry in shock. Even Vincent, who had been quietly listening, leaned forward in fascination. "Father, you awakened your aura at ten?" Henry coughed into his fist. "That¡¯s not the point here." Thomas chuckled. "No, no, let them continue. I¡¯m enjoying this."
Edward, now fully invested, asked eagerly, "What happened next?" Amelia took a sip of water before continuing. "Henry rushed back and shoved us behind a tree. We thought the wyverns would charge straight at us, but they actually froze. They had just watched one of their own drop dead in an instant." Alexander let out a small laugh. "And?" "The silence only lasted for a moment. The wyverns were pissed. They charged again¡ª" "And then Henry," Sophie interjected, barely holding back laughter, "he danced in the middle of chaos, saying he killed a wyvern. Then, grabbed his knife, covered it in aura, and just¡ªleapt straight into them, laughing like a complete madman!" The table erupted in disbelief. "Wait, hold on¡ª" Edward laughed, wiping a tear. "Brother-in-law, were you on something?" Amelia shot him a glare, and he quickly pressed a finger to his lips. "Henry fought all of them like that," Amelia continued, shaking her head. "He slashed through four of them, laughing maniacally the whole time. By the end, he could barely stand." The entire room was captivated by the retelling. Even Olivia, who usually remained composed, was listening intently. "But then," Amelia said, turning to the corner of the room, "just when he was about to collapse, a wyvern sneaked up on him from behind." She locked eyes with Jonathan, standing silently near the wall. "And that¡¯s when Uncle Jonathan saved him." All eyes turned to the old butler. He gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. Olivia smiled. "Henry passed out, covered in blood, pus, and wounds. The sisters were so scared, they cried all night by his side until they fell asleep." Henry sighed, shaking his head. "When I woke up, my whole arm was drenched in snot." He gave his sisters a pointed look. Sophie and Amelia instantly turned red. "Why would you bring that up?!" Sophie spluttered. The table exploded with laughter again. Orianne smiled at Henry, warmth in her eyes. "I¡¯m proud of you." She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Vincent, who had been listening in admiration, suddenly raised his hand. Olivia gestured for him to speak. "Yes?" Vincent looked at Henry, eyes shining. "Did Father really donate his money to the temple?" The entire room fell silent. Henry gulped. Before he could answer, Thomas smirked, taking a sip of wine. "He didn¡¯t." Vincent¡¯s hopeful expression crumbled. Olivia, shaking her head in amusement, added, "He said Jonathan saved him, not any god from the temple. So the deal was off." The entire hall erupted into laughter again. Henry simply sighed, knowing there was no escaping this one. As the celebration carried on, Vincent quietly slipped away from the dining hall. He walked toward the baby room, his expression calm¡ªexcept for the slight smirk curling at the corner of his lips. He reached the door and placed a hand on it. "Let¡¯s meet our dear reincarnators, shall we?" he murmured, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. CREAK. The door slowly swung open. Chapter 8 - Battle of crow (1) Previously~ As the celebration carried on, Vincent quietly slipped away from the dining hall. He walked toward the baby room, his expression calm¡ªexcept for the slight smirk curling at the corner of his lips. He reached the door and placed a hand on it. "Let¡¯s meet our dear reincarnators, shall we?" he murmured, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. CREAK. The door slowly swung open. ¡ª--------------------------------------------------------------- Location- Duskrane Castle, Duskrane County Date- 25th, Month of Zephyris, XXXX ¡°Hello, brothers!¡± Vincent entered the room with a loud clap. CLAP!CLAP! ¡°Congratulations! You guys have finally reincarnated.¡± the baby boys looked at him in horror. Then, at each other. Vincent smirked. ¡°Now, now please do the emotional stuff elsewhere. I¡¯m here to talk about business.¡± ¡°Aboo!¡± Leonatus(brown haired) protested. ¡°Gaah!Gaah.¡± Raphaeldor(black haired) waved his hand with a frowning expression. ¡°Ohh! Please don¡¯t frown.¡± Vincent placed a hand on his heart. ¡°You look terrible.¡± the mood changed in an instant, Vincent¡¯s purple eyes shone with a frenzy expression. The smile on his lips, terrifying. Just when Leonatus was about to cry for help. ¡°HUSH!¡± Vincent placed a finger on his lips. The babes gulped, awaiting something sinister. ¡°Hahaha!¡± The laughter stopped like a record scratch. His head lowered, shadow swallowing half his face¡ªexcept those eyes, now glowing with something ancient and cruel. The corners of his mouth curled upward, slow and unnatural, revealing teeth clenched in something between a grin and a snarl. It wasn''t just a glare¡ªit pierced. The air grew cold, suffocating. In that moment, he looked less like a man and more like a demon wearing human skin¡ªan oni stepping out of myth with wrath in its wake. The babies could not hold it in anymore. Tears started forming in their eyes. Their bedding, wet. But in a moment- Vincent went back to his jolly self- ¡°Don¡¯t worry I¡¯m just gonna seal your memories-¡± he placed a hand on his chin.- ¡°For five years, maybe?¡± The babies resisted turning their heads. They looked at him as if asking why. The babies squirmed, tiny fists flailing, heads shaking violently side to side¡ªas if trying to scream, ¡°Why, Vincent?! Why?!¡± This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. Vincent just smiled. Not the warm, uncle-next-door kind of smile. No¡ªthis was Vincent¡¯s smile. That slightly-too-wide, definitely-too-still smile that suggested he hadn¡¯t slept in three days and had been making life decisions under the influence of espresso and existentialism. He tapped one of their foreheads with a single finger. ¡°Shhh. No more questions. Brother Vinnie is doing you a favor.¡± The babies whimpered. He sighed dramatically, glancing at the ceiling like he was speaking to the universe itself. ¡°Listen. I¡¯m not letting a bunch of grown-up boys run around with toddler brains and unresolved emotional attachments to my aunt¡¯s chest. That¡¯s just¡­¡± he trailed off, waving a hand in a vague, spiraling motion. ¡°That¡¯s weird, right? I¡¯m not the crazy one here.¡± He was definitely the crazy one here. But he hummed a little lullaby anyway, one finger glowing with the sigil¡¯s power, ready to erase memories like someone wiping chalk off a board. ¡°Sleep tight, little guys. When you wake up, you¡¯ll just remember cookies and rainbows. No chest trauma, I promise.¡± Vincent held them still in a second. Then a small sigil appeared on their foreheads. A circle appeared, black spiral coiled from the center outward, jagged and uneven¡ªlike it was drawn by a shaking hand. At its heart is a vertical slit pupil, set inside an unnervingly detailed human eye. One half of the sigil is smooth and symmetrical, decorated with elegant lines and feathers¡ªwhile the other is chaos incarnate: scratched, broken shapes, like a child crawling over art. Hidden within the outer ring are tiny grinning mouths, some upside-down, some stitched shut. A cracked crown hovers above, just barely intact. And dripping from the bottom curve¡­ blood. Or ink. You can¡¯t tell which. The children fell back to sleep. Vincent walked up to the window with a smile. WHOOSH! A sudden whoosh cut through the silence¡ªlike wind slicing silk. The crow swept overhead, wings flapping with a deep, leathery fwump-fwump, trailing a rush of cold air behind it. Feathers rustled like dry leaves, and a harsh caw! echoed as it disappeared into the gloom. A letter dropped from the air at the window ledge. In black ink, a name was written- Nvyhar. A wax seal bore a symbol. A downward crescent moon cradles a vertical slit eye at the center¡ªever-watching, unblinking. Black feathers form a circular frame, from which three crow heads emerge: left, right, and down. It was a letter from the God of Crows and Darkness, Nvyhar. Vincent opened the letter- ¡ª-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear, Mad God Vinnie, It¡¯s me, old man Nvyhar. I will croak in a few decades. What a fitting death for a false God. Mad God, since I introduced you to the God Realm you owe me a favour. Duel with me, kill me and find a successor for my powers. Those old coots don¡¯t know about you. They still believe you and I died a year ago. I will take full responsibility, no one will ever find you. Please give this old man the honor of a last dance. If you are ready, tear the letter. P.S.- Bring some wine from your kitchen too. Yours Truly Nvyhar. ¡ª---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vincent smiled, an expression of sadness washed over his face. He tore the letter without a second thought. TEAR! WHOOSH! Vincent had warped to a dark tunnel. obelisks lit the way with green flames. As Vincent exited the tunnel, he entered a large room. It was as big as a colosseum, a big green stone was etched at the centre of the ceiling emanating light, surrounded by numerous smaller stones. Vincent looked up, on a tall altar sat Nvyhar. Nyvhar appeared as an ancient man, draped in long, tattered robes the color of dying embers and crow feathers. His skin was pale, almost translucent, like parchment left too long in the dark. Wrinkles fold across his face like old maps¡ªetched with time, sorrow, and secrets unsaid. His eyes were mismatched: one milky white, the other a deep void with a vertical slit, as if a crow¡¯s gaze had taken root within him. Instead of a crown, he wears a circlet of broken iron feathers, hovering just above his brow, never touching. Vincent smirked, he hunched his back. His hands went up to his face, hiding his maniacal smile. ¡°Old man, even after spending centuries in the God Realm.¡±- he bent lower.- ¡°Did you not understand why I am called the Mad God?¡± He stomped his foot. ¡°Even Aerithar the First Flame can¡¯t stand above me!¡± A pressure fell on the room. Energies began pulsating violently. Nvyhar¡¯s altar crumbled, falling to ruin. Nvyhar rose up, his throne perfectly fine even among the rubble ¡°Let¡¯s dance!¡± Vincent stretched out his hand, opening his palm. Purple energy covered Vincent, his form changed to that of an eighteen year old Vincent. His shirt and shorts transformed into a pair of tracksuit. ¡°You are not taking this at full power are you?¡± Nvyhar raised his brow. ¡°How?¡± Vincent tilted his head. ¡°That¡¯s an ordinary tracksuit.¡± he pointed at the tracksuit.- ¡° And it hasn¡¯t been washed for years.¡± Nvyhar covered his nose. ¡°I am here for a dance, why be formal?¡± ¡°That strikes a nerve!¡± Nvyhar took out feathersword, a sword that looks like a thin needle, like a crow¡¯s feather. [START] A hologram glowed about them. RUSH! CLANG! Chapter 9 - Battle of Crow (2) Previously~ ¡°I am here for a dance, why be formal?¡± ¡°That strikes a nerve!¡± Nvyhar took out featherblade, a sword that looks like a thin needle, like a crow¡¯s feather. [START] A hologram glowed about them. RUSH! CLANG! ¡ª------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Location- ???? Date- 25th, Month of Zephyris, XXXX The sound of metal filled the place. Shockwaves rumbled the marble floor. Nvyhar stepped back, ¡°Vincent, take this seriously!¡± Nvyhar stepped back, he pointed to the kitchen knife in Vincent¡¯s hand. ¡°That¡¯s really a normal kitchen knife. At least cover it with aura.¡± At this point Vincent knew, any more teasing would hurt the old man¡¯s pride. He covered the knife with a layer of aura as thin as paper. ¡°Here, you happy!?¡± he pointed to Nvyhar ¡°Haah, you continue to tease me.¡± Nvyhar sighed BOOM! With a speed faster than sound, he leapt forward. STAB! As Featherblade went through Vincent¡¯s body, his body vanished into thin air. Vincent appeared behind him ready to slash with the knife. SLASH! [Black Shield] CAW!CAW! Numerous crows shielded Nvyhar¡¯s back, blocking Vincent¡¯s view. SWOOSH! Featherblade rushed forward, clearing the curtain of crows. But, as soon as the sword closed in on Vincent- CLANG! JUMP! Vincent flicked the blade aside. It hit the ground¡ªtoo late. Riding the momentum, he somersaulted mid-air, landing behind Nvyhar once more. SLASH! Vincent¡¯s blade tore through the air¡ªagain carving into Nvyhar¡¯s back. [Black Shield] A swarm of crows burst forth, blocking the knife in a flurry of feathers. SLASH! Featherblade screamed past, grazing Vincent¡¯s hair. THUD! He hit the ground hard, skidding across the floor¡ªthen lunged with a gust of wind. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. CLANG! The blades clashed, the shock throwing the crows away. Suddenly Vincent smiled CLANG! The knife¡¯s grip changed, it charged towards Nvyhar nearly slashing his neck. SKID! The distance widened. Then- BANG! CLANG!CLANG! The blades slashed at speeds invisible to the naked eye, sparks falling everything. [Crow¡¯s Eye] Nvyhar¡¯s eyes glowed, his parries became more defined. ¡°You are using those eyes again!¡± Vincent smiled. [Embral Step] Nvyhar vanished, he left no afterimages, one moment he was there- next- he was not. Vincent¡¯s eyes flickered. The knife was losing durability. [Murder Call] Thousands of crows surged forward¡ªstabbing, swarming, suffocating. Vincent smiled. BOOM. A pulse of pressure blasted out. Feathers rained as the crows collapsed midair, twitching on the ground. Feathersword darted in. Vincent twisted, barely evading the strike¡ªthen launched a kick. Nvyhar raised his guard¡ªtoo high. Vincent¡¯s smirk widened. Mid-air, the kick snapped downward with a violent whip of his hips. CRACK! Nvyhar staggered back, clutching his ribs¡ªshattered in a single blow. Vincent threw his knife, Featherblade deflected the knife upwards. The knife stuck to the ceiling. Too late-again. WHAM! Vincent exploded upward. In a flash¡ªuppercut, cross, side kick¡ªNvyhar was airborne. Vincent followed, leaping high. He spun for a downward kick¡ªstriking from above like a hammer. Nvyhar smiled. His guard loosened¡ªbait. Just as Vincent descended¡ª GRAB! WHAM! Nvyhar snatched his ankle mid-air and smashed him into the ground. [Namebreaker Bind : Vincent Duskrane] Chains made of black metal shot out, holding Vincent captive. [Ultimate:Black Hollow Palm] Nvyhar struck Vincent with his palm. Then- darkness, silence, loneliness- Vincent lost control over all his senses, even touch, mana and aura. Vincent smiled, even in this isolated world. Nvyhar rushed at him while Vincent blocked his strikes. [Passive:Hawk Eye] Vincent regained his eyesight. Still no hearing, touch or mana. But this was enough, enough to block Nvyhar¡¯s strikes which weakened with time. Then- SLASH! Vincent dodged Feathersword, stepping back but suddenly lunging forward. [Knife: Hashashin] Vincent stabbed at unbelievable speeds. STAB!STAB!STAB!STAB! Within nanoseconds Nvyhar was stabbed multiple times. BREAK! The knife dissipated into cold air. COUGH! SPLAT! Nvyhar coughed up blood.Holding his heart he raised Featherblade one last time. Both nodded. ¡°Mad God, no Vincent. Please use a skill at least once.¡± Blood splurted from his mouth- ¡°All this time, you held back. Even after you lost your senses, you held back.¡± Vincent, even though he could not hear, realized his mistake- ¡°Stand straight old man, I acknowledge my mistake. Come at me for a final time!¡± [Ultimate: Silver Crow] Nvyhar turned silver. With a pulse of his thighs he lunged forward,- BAM! Featherblade crossed with Vincent¡¯s fist. Vincent struck with knee. Nvyhar tried to block with Featherblade. CRACK-CLANG! Featherblade broke in pieces, the knee conserving it¡¯s momentum struck Nvyhar in his gut. Vincent stepped back. [CQC: D] He zoomed past Nvyhar, making a deafening sound. CRASH! Nvyhar fell to the ground.The punch didn¡¯t just land¡ªit reshaped him. A crater bloomed in his torso, ribs snapping like dry twigs. A small impact could be seen at his collarbone and temple, flesh caved in slightly. ¡°I lost!¡± Nvyhar smiled, falling to the ground. [BODY TIMEOUT] Nvyhar¡¯s body regained his composure. A timer hung above. [2:59] Vincent rushed, helping him lean on the wall. Nvyhar smiled wryly. ¡°You used a low-level skill.¡± Nvyhar frowned, then smiled. ¡°Old man-¡± Vincent sat beside him- ¡°Why did you choose to die by my hands?¡± ¡°Just open the damn wine!¡± Nvyhar complained. Vincent opened the wine, it¡¯s aroma sweet and fruity. Nvyhar gulped the wine down. ¡°Vincent, Ashen Pantheon is stepping into the world again.¡± Nvyhar placed a hand on Vincent¡¯s shoulder.His hand quivered, knuckles whitening as anger surged through him. ¡°I will end them all this instant!¡± Vincent rose up, only to get dragged down by Navyhar again. ¡°An angel is with them.¡± Vincent flinched in shock. ¡°An angel?¡± he tilted his head. Navyhar wiped his wet lips- ¡°There is still time, find an heir for me within that.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t you fight yourself?¡± Vincent asked teary eyed. Navyhar lifted up his robe, a scar that looked like a thunderbolt ran through his torso to hos back. ¡°This won¡¯t let me.¡± He sighed [0:10] He pulled Vincent to a hug, ¡°I¡¯m proud of you, Vinnie.¡± he smiled. [0:00] The craters on his body reappeared. Except, his eyes lost their soul. Vincent felt a pain in his heart. He hugged the dead body. Vincent returned to his child form, bawled his eyes out until he did not have any tears left. The corpse dissipated in thin air. Leaving an obsidian cube and a silver ring with three crows on it. Vincent built a grave nonetheless. As the crows left the cave one by one, Vincent placed the cube on Navyhar¡¯s throne. He put the ring in his pocket. Snap! He returned back to Duskrane County. The morning sunrise greeted his grieved face. Chapter 10 - Letters Previously~ Vincent built a grave nonetheless. As the crows left the cave one by one, Vincent placed the cube on Navyhar¡¯s throne. He put the ring in his pocket. Snap! He returned back to Duskrane County. The morning sunrise greeted his grieved face. ¡ª--------------------------------------------------- Location- Ashenfang Summit, Duskrane County Date- 26th, Month of Zephyris, XXXX Vincent stood on top of the sleeping volcano. His expression showed as if he lost a family member. ¡°Hahaha!¡± Vincent laughed, covering his teary eyes with his hands. ¡°That old man dares tell me he is proud of me!¡± tears streamed down. ¡°So much for two months worth of friendship.¡± ¡°Hey, kiddo!¡± a voice called out. Henry walked towards him, he stepped in wearing stained overalls, heavy mud-caked boots, and a faded work shirt rolled to the elbows. A battered straw hat sat low on his head, and a worn shovel hung over his shoulder. ¡°Father, Why are you dressed like this?¡± Henry covered his nose as the smell of monster droppings wafted the air. ¡°I just came from the ¡®Kirin¡¯ nest.¡± Henry huffed. Vincent waved his hand, and in a moment Henry¡¯s clothes were free from the smell and stains. ¡°Ahh.. ¡° Vincent remembered Henry¡¯s punishment. BONK! Henry bonked his little head. ¡°Son of mine! Where were you last night?¡± He patted Vincent¡¯s head, ¡°Your mother searched for you frantically. I had to practically force her to sleep with a spell.¡± Vincent narrowed his eyes- ¡°Did you sleep on the couch?¡± Henry looked at the ground, ¡°Yes, it was a punishment from your mother-¡± Henry caught a glimpse of Vincent snickering. BONK! ¡°Oww¡­!¡± Vincent rubbed his aching head. ¡°How dare you laugh at your father¡¯s suffering!¡± Henry shrieked. THUMP! Henry hugged Vincent- ¡°You know we love you, right-¡± Vincent nodded- ¡°Good, now go to your mother this instant.¡± Vincent waved at Henry before vanishing in thin air. STEP! Vincent appeared at the window still. He glanced at Orianne, his mother. She was in a deep sleep, surrounded by piles of paperwork- it was his mother¡¯s study where she managed her research and accounts of Duskrane County. As soon as Vincent sat beside her, Orianne opened her eyes sleepily. ¡°Vin-?¡± ¡°Yes, mother.¡± Vincent softly replied. ¡°Vincent! Where were you? Are you hurt? What happened?¡± Orianne checked Vincent for any wounds- none but a sad expression on his face. Orianne understood, it was a wound on the heart. A wound that can¡¯t be healed by elixirs or magic. She hugged him without saying anything. When Vincent disappeared last night, a feeling emerged in Orianne¡¯s heart. Something within her heart screamed that Vincent needed his mother¡¯s embrace. ¡°It¡¯s okay, mother will not ask.¡± Vincent only hugged her, his grip tightened. He shed no tear, no cry. Only a moment of silence. Slowly, Vincent loosened his grip, regaining his usual jolly self. He smiled. ¡°Mother of mine, Thank you!¡± ¡°Mother will always be with you, son of mine.¡± Orianne let out a small laugh. BANG! The doors flung open. ¡°Cupcake!¡± ¡°Cinnamon Roll!¡± Amelia and Sophia entered the room. They hugged Vincent. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. ¡°Where were you last night?¡± Sophie asked, concern on her face. ¡°Are you ok?¡± Amelia looked at him, searching for any bruises or cuts. ¡°Please don¡¯t worry auntie.¡± Vincent broke away from the hug. ¡°I¡¯m okay.¡± He glanced at the ladies, who looked at him with concern. ¡°What will happen to me when I have strong people like my mother and aunts protecting me?¡± Vincent grinned. ¡°Am I weak?¡± a voice echoed. Vincent turned to see Olivia, staring at him. ¡°No, you are the best. Grandma of mine.¡± He smiled innocently. Olivia sighed, placing a hand on her face. ¡°He¡¯s becoming more and more like Henry.¡± Vincent smiled. ¡°Take care of your mother, don¡¯t worry her.¡± Olivia placed a hand on his head ruffling his hair. The other women in the room smiled, Olivia¡¯s warm side appeared rarely. Vincent exited Orianne¡¯s study. He entered his room. CREAK! He entered the room. Vincent¡¯s room was tidy to the point of rigidity. The bed was perfectly made¡ªcorners tucked sharp like a soldier¡¯s¡ªand the dark wooden desk held only the essentials: neatly stacked books, a quill, and a small oil lamp. A single wardrobe stood against the wall, polished and plain. Everything had its place. No clutter, no warmth¡ªjust discipline. Even the window¡¯s curtains hung stiff, unmoved by the breeze. It felt less like a child¡¯s room and more like an officer¡¯s quarters, quiet and cold¡­ just like the boy who lived in it. The only thing that marked it as a noble¡¯s chamber was the large bookshelf on the wall opposite his bed. But the top two rows weren¡¯t lined with classic literature or family tomes¡ªthey were filled with notebooks and journals. Handwritten. All Vincent¡¯s own. The scent of parchment lingered in the air as he hovered a hand over the third row, lined with grimoires. Dozens of them¡ªarcane, old, dangerous. He plucked one from the shelf with practiced ease. Then, before sitting at his desk, his hand moved to the drawer¡ªmore out of habit than need. It slid open with a soft click. Inside lay four letters. Inside the drawer lay four sealed letters, each pressed with a different sigil. One bore the mark of a cracked porcelain mask¡ªedges curled in a permanent, eerie smile. Another shimmered with the imprint of a flexed arm wrapped in broken chains. The third seal was soft and silver, shaped like a closed eye cradling a crescent moon. The last was the strangest: a circle broken by a single vertical line, simple yet deeply unsettling. Vincent didn¡¯t need to read the names. He already knew who had sent them. His fingers hovered over the first seal¡ªthe mask. A flicker of irritation passed through his eyes. Tivvaz. He hadn¡¯t forgiven the jester for the last time. Not fully. He moved to the next: the chains. That one brought a faint twitch to the corner of his mouth¡ªnot quite a smile, but something close. Tharnok. Predictable as ever. Likely filled with lectures about "discipline" and "iron will." Vincent would read it anyway. He always did. The third felt cool under his fingers. The silver shimmered like moonlight on water. Velurei. Her words always made him uneasy¡ªnot because they were cruel, but because they lingered. Like dreams you forgot but still feared. Then there was the fourth. He stared at the broken circle, expression unreadable. Slowly, he picked it up. He didn¡¯t say the name. Didn¡¯t even think about it. Just¡­ held the letter. And listened. Silence. He summoned a magic circle, shoved the letters into its glow, and watched them vanish with a hiss of air and light. Without another glance, Vincent turned on his heel and left his room.
Location: Mournshade Woods, Duskrane County The trees here didn¡¯t grow¡ªthey twisted. Their trunks arched like ribs, and their branches curled inward as if the forest were folding in on itself. Grotesque faces were etched into the bark, frozen in eternal expressions of anguish, serenity, or mockery. No two were alike. No one knew who carved them. As Vincent stepped past the treeline, the roots stirred¡ªsoftly at first, then parting in slow, deliberate waves to clear a path. Shadows shifted as the forest came alive. From the thickets emerged the Lurketails¡ªlow, panther-like beasts with long, eel-like tails that coiled as they watched him. Their eyes didn¡¯t glow, but their teeth did¡ªpale and pearly, even when their mouths were closed. A flock of Mirrorcrests rustled high above. Birdlike things with feathers of glass that caught the dim light and fractured it into strange patterns across the trees. They didn¡¯t sing. They clicked¡ªrapid, uneven clicks like broken clock hands. Something long and thin slithered across the branch ahead¡ªa Vinewolf, moving like a shadow stitched from moss and thorns. It didn¡¯t have eyes, but it turned its head to follow him, as if sensing the pulse of his magic. Even the insects were wrong here. Glowgnats drifted lazily through the air, each carrying a tiny flame under their transparent shells, like living embers. One landed on Vincent¡¯s shoulder, blinked once, and flew off. None of them moved to attack. They simply watched. Because in Mournshade¡­ everything remembers. He stood before a towering tree, its gnarled branches and roots curling around him like fingers, as if the forest itself had come alive to greet him. A face surfaced on the bark¡ªformed from knots and lines that twisted until eyes opened and a mouth creaked into shape. ¡°We welcome the Master of the Mournshade Bestiary.¡± The voice echoed through the woods like wind through a cavern. In response, shadows stirred. Dozens of beasts emerged from the underbrush, their forms half-hidden by vines and leaves. Watching. Waiting. Vincent raised his hand calmly. ¡°Open the Realm Index.¡± For a moment¡ªsilence. Then¡ªchaos. The beasts shrieked and scattered, crashing into the trees. Roots recoiled like snakes, bushes slithered away, and even the wind held back. The tree¡¯s face twisted, morphing into something mischievous, with an exaggerated pout and sharp grin. ¡°You look bad, Alfred,¡± Vincent said, smirking. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Master. Please forgive my folly,¡± the face whimpered, somehow both wooden and theatrical. Vincent didn¡¯t reply. He pricked his finger with a flick. A drop of blood fell onto the earth. WHOOSH! A massive magic triangle flared beneath him, ancient runes glowing in a pulse that echoed with power. The tree¡¯s face darkened. The voice dropped an octave. ¡°Password.¡± Vincent leaned forward, whispering, ¡°X@#*?!¡± The runes shifted. ¡°Where do you wish to go, Master?¡± He stepped into the center of the triangle, cloak rustling in the wind. ¡°Aetherion Bastion ¡ª Realm of Divine Confrontation.¡± The forest bent backward, bowing. And then, the world folded inward, warping to a different dimension. . A colossal stone platform stretched endlessly under a fractured sky, where stars bled light and constellations twisted like wounded gods. In the air above it, thirteen rings floated in slow orbit¡ªaimless, silent, and pulsing with ancient power. Each one shimmered faintly, as if remembering the divine it helped destroy. This was no battlefield. It was an altar. The Heavenbreaker Rings drifted like celestial executioners, surrounding Vincent with the calm of a storm not yet called. Their presence bent the air, cracked the ground, and whispered names long erased from scripture. Vincent stood at the center, arms behind his back, his shadow cast wide in the pale divine light. This was his domain. His reckoning ground. The place where gods fell¡ªone by one. Vincent put the rings in a magic square.Then, he produced the letters in his hand. He knew the contents, he tore the first one. TEAR! WARP! Vincent tore the letter in half. The sigil glowed for a heartbeat¡ªthen the world folded in on itself. With a rush of light and shadow, he vanished.
Somewhere Else¡­ Laughter echoed. Not the warm kind. Not the kind that ended. A carnival stretched in all directions¡ªabandoned, yet alive. The sky above spun in colors that didn¡¯t exist. Balloons hung from invisible strings, floating upside down. Mirrors whispered truths you didn¡¯t ask to hear. And on a crooked throne of playing cards and bones¡­ Tivvaz grinned. One eye wide. The other, missing. He chuckled, tilting his head. "Finally¡­ the Mad God has entered the game." Chapter 11 - Hunt Previously~ Somewhere Else¡­ Laughter echoed. Not the warm kind. Not the kind that ended. A carnival stretched in all directions¡ªabandoned, yet alive. The sky above spun in colors that didn¡¯t exist. Balloons hung from invisible strings, floating upside down. Mirrors whispered truths you didn¡¯t ask to hear. And on a crooked throne of playing cards and bones¡­ Tivvaz grinned. One eye wide. The other, missing. He chuckled, tilting his head. "Finally¡­ the Mad God has entered the game." ¡ª-------------------------------------------------------------------- 5 years later- Location- Duskrane Castle, Duskrane County Date- 23rd, Month of Thawen, 2012 A.G. The room was quiet¡ªtoo quiet. From Thomas to Leonatus and even Raphaeldor, everyone sat with heads drooped, lost in thought. Olivia broke the silence. ¡°This year¡¯s Hunt has been advanced due to Vincent¡¯s admission to Eldren Academy.¡± Everyone nodded. Thomas could barely contain himself, glancing at Olivia every few seconds like a kid waiting for cake. Even Henry¡¯s knee bounced restlessly, his excitement leaking out. Suddenly, Olivia stood. ¡°Let the auction begin.¡±
Moments Later Thomas and Olivia sat on an armchair. A wooden ramp stood before them, glowing faintly under the warm torchlight. STEP. STEP. Edward approached the ramp, beads of sweat clinging to his brow. He paused at the platform¡¯s edge. BAM! In a blur, Thomas slammed the circular disk hovering before him. ¡°Haha!¡± He smirked at Olivia. ¡°Early bird gets the worm.¡± Olivia furrowed her brow. Next came Alexander¡ªawkward, uneasy, clearly out of place in this bizarre ritual. ¡°A cockroach!¡± Thomas shouted, pointing at a blank wall. Olivia flinched, instinctively glancing that way. BAM! Too late. Thomas struck again, laughing with smug delight. Olivia frowned¡­ then slowly smiled. ¡°Dear,¡± she murmured, running a hand through his beard, ¡°you look better shaved.¡± She winked. Thomas cleared his throat, adjusting his tie. ¡°If you wish it... it shall be done.¡± He beamed like a child given free candy. But the damage was done¡ªon the ramp¡¯s end, a faint circle flickered into existence. Sophie stepped forward, strutting like a model. Brown pants, white shirt, boots, and a green robe threaded with leaves and flowers. The moment her boot touched the circle¡ª HUMMMM. Olivia¡¯s disk lit up and slammed down before Thomas could react. He froze, hand mid-air. ¡°Early bird gets the worm!¡± Olivia teased. Thomas clenched his fist, then sighed, regaining composure. Amelia followed¡ªblack pants, white shirt, and a blue robe lined in black. A snowflake shimmered on her back. Again, Olivia¡¯s disk vibrated just before Thomas could act. He stared at her. ¡®Not wind magic¡­ but what is it?¡¯ Orianne walked up next, dressed in black military trousers, a purple shirt, and a wide-sleeved coat. ¡°She¡¯s wearing the robes I gave her!¡± Henry shrieked backstage like a lovestruck teen. ¡°Orianne, you look like a goddess!¡± Orianne¡¯s cheeks flushed pink. She masked her grin and walked to the ramp¡¯s edge. BUZZ. Olivia¡¯s disk won again. Thomas glanced at the glowing circle beneath Orianne¡¯s feet, then chuckled. With a knowing grin, he dissipated the magic circle.
Henry¡¯s turn. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Unlike the others, he wore a green tracksuit. Both Thomas and Olivia sighed simultaneously. Olivia¡¯s face twisted in dread. Thomas buried his face in his palm. Henry strutted to the edge. Silence. Nothing happened. Both disks stayed still. Olivia sighed in relief. ¡°Umm¡­ hello?¡± Henry waved. ¡°It¡¯s me. Your son. Henry.¡± The room went dead silent. ¡°Thomas, I believe you¡¯re one member short.¡± Olivia said sweetly. ¡°You should take Henry.¡± Thomas flinched. ¡®Is she really my wife?¡¯ ¡°Don¡¯t do this to me!¡± Henry whined. Minutes passed. Nothing. ¡°You know what?¡± Henry huffed. ¡°I¡¯m making my own team!¡± Relief washed over Thomas and Olivia. ¡°Yes, son. Go ahead,¡± Thomas nodded. ¡°You can do it,¡± Olivia chimed in. SNAP! RUMBLE! A stone throne erupted between them. Henry climbed atop it, smug as ever. Until realization dawned. ¡®Wait. Only the kids are left!¡¯ He glanced at Olivia and Thomas¡ªboth grinning wide. ¡®They tricked me!¡¯
STEP. STEP. Vincent, Leonatus, and Raphaeldor walked up together. BOOM! Henry¡¯s disc shattered against the ground, crumbling to pieces. ¡°I want my son,¡± he muttered, eyes wild. Everyone stared at him like he¡¯d lost his mind. Vincent wore a purple tracksuit identical to Henry¡¯s. Leonatus and Raphaeldor wore shorts and shirts. Olivia turned to Orianne. ¡®Why is he becoming like Henry?¡¯ Orianne shook her head, smiling faintly. ¡®I don¡¯t know.¡¯ Vincent smiled. Henry smiled. Everyone else sighed. Leonatus and Raphaeldor looked at each other. Their fate was sealed. Vincent motioned to them with a grin. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± The boys nodded in unison. ¡°Raphael!¡± Edward shouted from the sidelines, waving with both hands. ¡°Best of luck, son!¡± ¡°Leon!¡± Alexander called out with a half-smile. ¡°Try to beat me.¡± ¡°Yes, Father!¡± they both replied, their eyes flashing with determination.
Location ¨C Warp Station 02 Three groups stood before three warp altars, each glowing faintly with magical light. Runes hummed in the air like silent echoes of the ancients. Thomas raised his voice, commanding attention. ¡°We regroup at the training grounds. 5:00 PM sharp!¡± Everyone nodded in response. Olivia¡¯s group stepped forward first. The warp attendant bowed. ¡°Where would you like to go, Countess?¡± ¡°Duskmirror Lake,¡± Olivia replied coolly. The warp gate began to tremble. Green glyphs lit up around the altar, spiraling in graceful arcs like leaves in a storm. SWOOSH! In a flash of emerald light, her group vanished. Thomas stepped forward next. ¡°Grimhowl Ridge.¡± The attendant adjusted the runes on the control pillar. The stone beneath Thomas¡¯s feet pulsed with deep orange light, and the scent of burning pine briefly filled the air. WHOOSH! His group disappeared in a flicker of firelight.
STEP. Henry marched up the altar with exaggerated swagger, Vincent, Leonatus, and Raphaeldor trailing behind him. ¡°Evergloam Thicket!¡± he declared. The attendant froze. ¡°Evergloam Thicket? But¡­ that¡¯s¡ª¡± ¡°HUSH!¡± Henry cut him off, pressing a finger dramatically to his lips. The attendant blinked. Then bowed low. ¡°Please forgive my foolishness.¡± ¡°That¡¯s more like it.¡± Henry patted his shoulder as if knighting him. ¡°Carry on.¡± The attendant, flustered but compliant, activated the circle. The runes turned a strange mix of dark green and purple¡ªominous, wild, untamed. Vincent raised an eyebrow. ¡°Evergloam Thicket, huh?¡± Henry turned, eyes shining. ¡°Best spot for an underdog team, trust me.¡± Leonatus leaned in to Raphaeldor. ¡°...We¡¯re gonna die, aren¡¯t we?¡± Raphaeldor just shrugged. The altar flared. FLASH! They vanished. Location- Evergloam Thicket, Duskrane County. Henry and the party materialized in the midst of a blinding gray fog. Whispers echoed from every direction, like voices trapped between worlds. A ghostly shade with hollow eyes glided past Raphael. ¡°Hiek!¡± Raphael yelped, stumbling backwards in fright. ¡°Hush,¡± Vincent warned, pointing calmly at the shade. ¡°They''re Whisperwights. They feed on sound. The only way to defeat them is with aura and mana.¡± ¡°But we can¡¯t use aura blades yet,¡± Leon said, frowning. Henry shrugged. ¡°Nephews of mine! It¡¯s simple¡ªrelease your aura, and it will coat your body naturally.¡± He paused, noting their confused looks. Vincent sighed and slapped his forehead. ¡°What he means is, once you release your aura, it¡¯ll automatically spread over your body. Also, you can channel mana into your weapon. That¡¯ll allow it to conduct spells.¡± Raphael raised a hand, thoughtful. ¡°So¡­ will the weapon merge with the spell? Like, a fireball becoming a fireblade?¡± ¡°Yes, my student!¡± Vincent smirked, pushing up a pair of glasses that had suddenly appeared on his nose like magic. ¡°Now,¡± Henry turned to Vincent. Vincent returned his smile. BAM! BAM! They stomped the ground in unison, sending a pulse through the earth. For a brief moment, the fog cleared. Raphael instantly understood. He unsheathed his spear with a sharp metallic hiss. A horde of Whisperwights surged from the mists. Realizing what was happening a second too late, Leon groaned and yanked his hair. ¡°Why?!¡± he shrieked, eyes wide with betrayal¡ªonly to see Vincent and Henry already perched on a tree branch, munching salted popcorn. Leon exchanged a glance with Raphael and steadied his breath. Then, without hesitation, he drew his gladius. VRAAAHSH! WHRRR-BLAAZE! ¡°Haah!¡± The boys charged forward¡ªblades wreathed in flame¡ªcutting through the fog.