《Everlasting Epopeyo》 Prologue II am excited to share this story with you all, and I hope you enjoy it. It will be a power fantasy tale based on a unique power system, which I will explain further. There are three types of powers in this world: 1. Typical magical fantasy powers 2. Powers derived from weapons bestowed by gods and relics of past warriors 3. Will manifestation, which varies for each individual capable of using it I am still developing this concept further. The story follows a young boy named Ashora and explores the various adventures and challenges he faces. The title of my story is Everlasting Epopeya. Main Characters: - Ashora: The main character, a young boy - Amitrochates: Ashora''s father and the king of a medium-sized kingdom - Tisya: Ashora''s mother, devoted wife of Amitrochates - Leona: Ashora''s elder sister, three years older than him. She is the second strongest person in the kingdom after their father and is renowned for her rare beauty - Ikshita: The daughter of the army commander and Amitrochates''s best friend. She shares her birthday with Ashora and is his childhood best friend. Ikshita will be the main female lead in this story, and her beauty is comparable to Leona''s - Osborne: The army commander and Ikshita''s father - Batili: The name of the medium-sized kingdom where the story takes place - Androcottus: Ashora''s grandfather and the founder of the Batili kingdom. Originally a slave sold by his parents to the previous cruel and tyrannical king, he trained as a warrior under his master. Seeking revenge against the previous king, he overthrew him and established the Batili kingdom. The royal family of the Batili kingdom is known as the Meaders. ### Power Systems: **Magical Fantasy**: Every person is born with life energy, but only those who utilize it can perform magic that transcends physical capabilities, using mathematics as a guide. Magic can be used in two ways: through spells and spells, or with weapons. Those who use spells and incarnations are called mages, divided into nine tiers, while those who use magic with weapons are called knights, divided into five tiers. Mages rely on mana, while knights use aura. **Weapons Blessed by Gods or Ancient Warrior Relics**: In a world shaped by divine beings, selected mortals are gifted with extraordinary powers, bestowed upon them by the deities themselves or by the forces of nature. The omnipotent powers of the gods are channeled into personalized weapons for these chosen few, as humans are incapable of directly wielding such immense power. The awakening into this divine inheritance typically occurs at the tender age of 12, during a sacred ceremony that marks the beginning of a chosen one''s journey. However, in rare cases, individuals are deemed worthy of receiving the divine gift later in life, earning them the revered title of Holy Awakeners. For the warriors who transcend mortal limitations, their godly powers are enshrined within ancient relics known as warrior artifacts. These remarkable individuals, known as Keepers, are entrusted with the potential to elevate themselves beyond the boundaries of humanity itself. **The New Power System from My Imagination: Will Manifestation** Every living being is born with its consciousness, soul, and spirit. The concept of Will Manifestation arises from this. A mortal who realizes their soul and spirit is referred to as an "Awakener." There are two ways to become an Awakener: 1. By achieving enlightenment. 2. Through a family bloodline: If someone is a Stage 2 Awakener or higher, their children, and subsequent generations will be born with awakened powers. However, they still need to achieve enlightenment to effectively use Will Manifestation. There are 7 stages of Will Manifestation: 1. **Root Circle/Adhara Point** - **Location**: Base of the spine in the perineum (the space between the anus and genitals). - **Element**: Earth - **Awakening Color**: Red - **Awakening Sign**: Varied, depending on the individual''s will, soul, and spirit. - An Awakener at this stage can feel energy in nature and utilize it within their body. They gain some control over their emotions and the five senses, resulting in a more intelligent mind. The awakening process of an Awakener depends greatly on their enlightenment, allowing them to become either a mage or a knight while being an Awakener. 2. **Sacral Point/Medhra Circle** - **Location**: Lower abdomen - **Element**: Water (the source of life) - The Stage 2 enables the Awakener to better understand life and emotions. - **Awakening Sign**: A six-petaled lotus flower appears upon reaching this stage. - A Stage 2 Awakener can control their emotions and feelings such as pleasure, greed, sexuality, and amusement more effectively. 3. **Solar Plexus/Fire Center** - **Location**: Level with the navel, a couple of fingers above the belly button. - **Awakening Colors**: - Red: signifies ultimate potential to refine power. - Yellow: signifies sheer strength; the Awakeners'' bodies become like steel, storing more natural power. - Blue: signifies calmness and superhuman intelligence, enhancing learning abilities. - A Stage 3 Awakener balances their mind and heart, gaining control over 3 out of the 5 mortal senses. This stage symbolizes fire, where the Awakener understands and can manipulate the fire element and adds another energy center for storing natural energy. - **Awakening Sign**: A triangle in the middle of eight circles upon reaching this stage. - Stage 3 is the last before the divinity and secrets of heaven and earth begin to unfold. 4. **Heart Circle/Boundless Point** - This point brings human beings closer to understanding divinity. It serves as a gateway to the inner self and higher consciousness. - **Location**: The heart. - Upon awakening this point, mages receive an additional energy source for magic, while knights can amplify their aura and use various weapons without needing physical ones. - **Element**: Wind; understanding the wind element facilitates the use of natural power. - A Stage 4 Awakener gains control over all 5 mortal senses and can manifest their soul as an avatar. - **Awakening Color**: Green. - **Awakening Sign**: A lotus flower with 12 petals, representing the 12 qualities of the heart, along with two intersecting triangles. 5. **Purity Circle** - Beyond this stage, the Awakener''s power depends solely on their enlightenment. - Reaching Stage 5 purifies the mortal body, allowing it to unify with nature and control the five elements. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. - **Location**: Throat. - **Element**: Space; a Stage 5 Awakener develops an understanding of space and its mechanics. - The Awakener can create and control a specific area around them, which is recognized as their territory. - **Awakening Sign**: A white circle with five purple triangles. 6. **The Third Eye** - At this stage, mortals transcend mortality and enter the realm of demigods. - The term that best describes Stage 6 is "To Command." - The Awakener can control their body, mind, and soul at will, becoming impervious to illusion and worldly distractions. - **Element**: Light. - **Awakening Sign**: An eye-shaped circle with an inverted triangle in the center and two lotus petals on either side. 7. **Crown Circle/Infinity** - **Location**: Top of the head within the cranium (cerebral cortex). - This stage embodies divine awareness and cosmic consciousness, allowing the Awakener to control their connection to their soul and the universe. - This framework outlines an imaginative power system based on self-realization, enlightenment, and mastery of various elements. It can control the mortal connection to its soul and spirit. It controls mortal senses of universal consciousness, wisdom, and unity. This stage is a door towards godhood. This stage is a source of life and vitality. This stage has no element associated with stage 7 Awakeners can control any of the elements; this stage is beyond the physical realm related to pure consciousness and transcends. This stage is a source of life and vitality. The awakening sign is a white and purple lotus with 1000 petals. Gods are born in 7 stages. Generally, a Stage 7 being can''t stay in the mortal world but there are some exceptions. This is an overview and some explanations about the story of my novel. I hope you all like it. Chapter 1: Birth of Ashora
The Birth of Ashora The air in the royal palace buzzed with anticipation. Outside the queen¡¯s chambers, Amitrochates, the ruler of Batili, paced restlessly. His mind raced with thoughts of his wife, Tisya, in labor. His hands clenched and unclenched, his brow furrowed in concern. Inside, the sounds of the midwives'' hushed voices and Tisya¡¯s labored breaths barely reached him, but it was enough to feed his anxiety. Suddenly, a small figure darted toward him¡ªhis daughter, Leona, her golden curls bouncing as she ran. Her innocent eyes were wide with concern, her tiny hands gripping his trousers. ¡°Father, how is mother? And the baby?¡± Leona¡¯s voice trembled slightly as she looked up at him. Amitrochates¡¯ heart softened at the sight of his little girl. She had always had a way of cutting through the tension in the air with her bright innocence. Kneeling down to her level, he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. ¡°Everything is fine, Leona,¡± he said with a warm smile. ¡°Your mother is strong, and the baby is on his way. We¡¯ll meet him soon.¡± Just as he finished speaking, a maid hurried into view, her face lit with news. ¡°Your Majesty, the queen has given birth to a son.¡± Amitrochates¡¯ heart skipped a beat. His joy was immediate and overwhelming, but there was no time to waste. ¡°Thank you,¡± he murmured, then turned to Leona. ¡°Come, little one, let¡¯s go meet your brother.¡± He strode into the room where Tisya sat, her face glowing with joy despite the exhaustion. She cradled their newborn son in her arms, his tiny fingers grasping at the air as if seeking comfort. Amitrochates approached, kneeling beside her, his heart full of gratitude. ¡°I can never thank you enough, Tisya,¡± he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. Tisya smiled, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the child. ¡°He is a gift, Amitrochates. Our gift.¡± With gentle hands, Amitrochates lifted the baby into his arms, his eyes shining with pride. The infant¡¯s delicate features reminded him of his own childhood, of the legacy he was now bound to protect. He turned to a servant nearby. ¡°Bring gold and jewelry. Give them to all the maids and servants.¡± A few moments later, the servant returned, his arms full of glittering treasures. Amitrochates instructed the servant to distribute them throughout the palace, his heart swelling with the joy of the moment. He was not only a king, but a father again. As the excitement settled, little Leona climbed onto the bed beside her mother, her curiosity lighting up her face. ¡°Can I hold him, Mama?¡± Tisya¡¯s smile grew tender. ¡°Of course, my dear.¡± Gently, she handed the baby to her daughter. Leona¡¯s face lit up as she held the newborn, her small hands careful but eager. She leaned down and kissed her brother¡¯s forehead, her voice a soft vow. ¡°I¡¯ll protect you from anything, little one. I promise.¡± The warmth of the family moment was interrupted by the arrival of more news. A maid rushed in, breathless. ¡°Your Majesty, Army Commander Osborne¡¯s wife has given birth to a daughter.¡± Amitrochates and Tisya exchanged delighted glances. Osborne, the childhood friend of the king and the chief of Batili¡¯s army, had always been a loyal ally. This was a joyous occasion for both families. Amitrochates, grinning from ear to ear, declared, ¡°A grand celebration and banquet will be held tonight! Let the kingdom rejoice!¡± That evening, the royal halls were alive with laughter, music, and dancing. The air was thick with the scents of rich food and sweet wine. Guests filled the hall, their faces glowing with the shared joy of the occasion. Amidst the revelry, an elderly man entered, capturing the attention of the young Leona. She hurried over to him, her eyes wide with awe. Amitrochates stood and made his way toward the old man. The crowd parted as he approached. ¡°Father,¡± he said, his voice warm with reverence. The elderly man, Androcottus, the former king of Batili and Amitrochates¡¯ father, smiled with a mixture of pride and love. He had raised his son to be a ruler, and now he was witnessing the next generation. Androcottus took the newborn from his son¡¯s arms, his hands trembling slightly as he cradled his grandson. ¡°What a fine child,¡± he murmured, gazing down at the baby with tears glistening in his eyes. With a gentle sigh, Androcottus returned the child to Tisya. ¡°I shall leave you now,¡± he said, his voice rich with emotion. ¡°May you all cherish this moment.¡± The following day, the royal court gathered in full assembly. Amitrochates sat on his throne, his newborn son nestled in his arms, while Tisya held Leona on her lap. The ministers and advisors filled the room, but one figure stood out above the rest¡ªOsborne, sitting proudly beside his wife, holding their newborn daughter. Androcottus took his place by the king¡¯s side, a silent presence, yet one that carried the weight of history. The ministers rose in respect, offering congratulations. Amitrochates¡¯ chest swelled with pride. He had a son, a daughter, and the support of those he cherished most. an old man entered the royal court, leaning on a stick. Upon seeing him, all the ministers, including the king and Androcottus, stood up. Even Tisya began to rise, but he gestured for her to remain seated. The old man then instructed the ministers and the king to sit down. The elderly gentleman was none other than the esteemed master of Androcottus, Aratha. Aratha was the most respected man in the Batili Kingdom and one of the most influential figures on the continent. He was the one who trained Androcottus and helped him ascend to the throne Aratha entered, his eyes sharp despite his age. He had shaped the kingdom, molded its rulers, and now, he was here to witness another moment in Batili¡¯s storied history. With great reverence, Androcottus approached Aratha. ¡°Master, will you name my grandson?¡± Aratha smiled, his eyes twinkling with the wisdom of ages. ¡°Why not?¡± He turned to face the newborn, cradling the child with great care. A smile crept onto his weathered face as he spoke. ¡°This child was born at a time when all the stars were aligned in a single line. His face resembles that of a lion, and his soul will reflect the qualities of a leader. His name will be Ashora.¡± The ministers murmured their congratulations, and the room filled with a sense of wonder. Ashora¡ªborn under such auspicious circumstances¡ªwould be a prince of great destiny. At that moment, Aratha expresses his desire to also name Osborne''s daughter on the occasion. Osborne gives his daughter into Aratha''s hands. Aratha said, "This child will be a genius, and her desires will be very strong. Her name will be ''Ikshita''."
In the vast, ethereal expanse of the heavenly realm, an unsettling disturbance rippled through the tranquil atmosphere. The air, normally thick with serenity and divine order, now crackled with tension. At the heart of the realm, within the sacred halls of the gods, a single angel materialized before the divine assembly. His wings were disheveled, his eyes wide with panic, his breath shallow with urgency. ¡°A grave mistake has occurred,¡± the angel exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear. His words were heavy, laden with dread, as if they carried the weight of the cosmos itself. The gods, seated in their eternal council, turned their gaze upon him. Among them, the Goddess of Fertility¡ªradiant, her aura of life shimmering like the sun¡ªrose to her feet. Her brow furrowed with curiosity. ¡°What error has taken place?¡± she inquired, her tone measured, though the faintest tremor betrayed her concern. The angel¡¯s wings fluttered nervously as he responded, his voice a whisper of distress. ¡°A being that was meant to be born in the heavenly realm has instead been born in the mortal world.¡± A stunned silence fell over the assembly. The gods exchanged uncertain glances, each one processing the gravity of the claim. The Goddess of Fertility, known for her connection to the cycles of birth and creation, did not believe it at first. Her powers had never failed her, and such a mistake seemed impossible. Still, doubt gnawed at her, and she closed her eyes, reaching out with her divine senses to seek the truth. Moments passed. The goddess''s breath caught in her throat. The vision before her was undeniable. There, in the mortal world, she saw the face of the child¡ªhis features as clear as a reflection in water. His eyes shone with a light not of this realm, an unmistakable spark of divinity hidden within the innocence of a newborn¡¯s gaze. The other gods, noticing her shock, gathered around her, their eyes filled with curiosity. They waited for her to speak, but the Goddess of Fertility remained silent, her mind racing with the implications of what she had witnessed. The air around her seemed to shimmer with tension as her lips parted, yet no words emerged. Instead, the goddess fell to her knees, raising her hands toward the heavens in a prayer so powerful that it resonated throughout the entire realm. Her voice, soft yet commanding, echoed across the heavens, weaving through the strands of creation itself. As she prayed, the entire heavenly realm trembled, bathed in a radiant golden light that seemed to pulse with the force of a thousand suns. The gods, overwhelmed by the divine power emanating from her prayer, lowered their heads in reverence. The golden light bathed the entire realm, its brilliance so intense that it cast even the gods in shadows. It was as if the heavens themselves had come alive, reacting to the urgency of the moment. When the prayer ceased, and the light faded, the Goddess of Fertility rose to her feet, her face solemn, her heart heavy with the weight of divine knowledge. She turned toward the other gods, her voice steady but filled with concern. ¡°Almighty,¡± she said, her eyes searching the skies for answers, ¡°What is happening in the mortal realm? Why has a being destined for the heavenly realm been born among them?¡± A deep, resonant voice¡ªa voice that seemed to echo from the very core of the universe¡ªanswered her question. ¡°I understand your concern, my child. This is not an error, but part of a greater plan, one beyond your comprehension.¡± You must guide that child when he strays from his path." As the golden light faded, the gods began to discuss how to follow the Almighty''s decree, resolving to take action without worrying about the future. In this desolate place, lava surrounded everything while the sky above was pitch black. Souls were being tortured relentlessly. Inside a room, a dark figure materialized and spoke, "Almighty, what plans are you formulating Chapter 2:The awakening and Promise to protect As soon as Aratha named both Ashora and Ikshita, murmurs spread among the gathered ministers. The discussions were rife with speculation: Prince Ashora, they agreed, would ascend as the new king, while Princess Leona might serve as a pawn in a political marriage to secure alliances. Aratha listened in silence until the weight of their words could no longer be borne. Rising to his full height, his voice boomed across the royal court. "The Meaders bloodline is not so feeble that it must rely on political marriages for survival! And as for Leona, do not forget she hails from the powerful Awakener bloodline." His piercing gaze swept the room, silencing whispers. "Leona will be a powerful Awakener in her own right. Who knows what the future holds? She may surpass Ashora in her ability to lead this kingdom." At that moment, three-year-old Leona, who barely comprehended the gravity of the conversation, began to cry. Through her tears, she wailed, "I will not hurt my brother!" Tisya knelt beside her daughter, trying to soothe her, but Leona¡¯s sobs only grew louder. To everyone''s astonishment, Aratha¡ªthe man who had never bowed before even the mightiest empires¡ªlowered himself to his knees, bringing himself to Leona''s height. Gasps echoed through the hall as the once-unyielding Grandmaster humbled himself before a child. "Dear, stop crying," Aratha said gently, his voice soft yet commanding. "I know you would never hurt your brother." Leona hiccupped, her sobs subsiding as she looked into her grandfather¡¯s eyes. Aratha¡¯s face softened as he continued, "Promise me, dear. Promise me that you will become your brother''s greatest strength and protect him from all harm." Leona blinked away her tears and broke into a radiant smile. "I promise you, Grandmaster," she said with a small but resolute voice. As the words left her lips, an extraordinary phenomenon unfolded. A crimson aura began to emanate from her tiny frame, swirling around her like a living flame. Behind her, a glowing red lotus materialized, its petals vibrant and pulsating with power. The earth beneath her feet shifted and rose, encasing her in a protective cocoon. A loud crack echoed as the ceiling of the royal court split apart. "Protect everyone!" Androcottus bellowed, his commanding voice cutting through the chaos. The Stage 5 Awakener shielded the ministers and onlookers from the falling debris, ushering them to safety as the sky above turned a violent shade of violet. Streaks of lightning crackled and struck the red lotus, each bolt resonating with an otherworldly power. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.Amid the storm, an ethereal image appeared within the lotus: a lady cloaked in crimson light, her hand wielding red lightning. The sight left everyone in awe, their fear giving way to reverence. When the phenomenon subsided, silence fell over the court. Leona lay unconscious, her small body cradled by the remnants of the earth cocoon. Androcottus rushed to her side, his movements both urgent and tender. He lifted his granddaughter into his arms, his face alight with joy. "Leona has awakened," he declared, his voice trembling with pride. "She is now a Stage 1 Awakener, a master of the earth element with the power of red lightning!" Androcottus inspected her carefully, noting the formation of an energy core near her cervix¡ªa testament to her newfound abilities. His heart swelled with pride as he realized the magnitude of her potential. Leona stirred awake moments later, her large eyes blinking up at her grandfather. "Gramps, I feel so different¡­ and it hurts," she murmured, pointing to the source of her discomfort. Androcottus chuckled, his relief evident. "That¡¯s normal, dear. You¡¯ve become a Stage 1 Awakener." Leona¡¯s face lit up with excitement. "Really? I¡¯m an Awakener?" Her cheeks flushed with joy, and in her eagerness, a spark of red lightning escaped her fingertips, jolting Androcottus. "Ow!" he exclaimed, though his laughter soon followed. "Careful with that power, little one." The lighthearted moment was interrupted by the wails of baby Ashora. Androcottus turned to Leona, his tone becoming serious once more. "Come with me, Leona. You must learn to balance the energy within you. I will teach you how to harness natural energy so you do not frighten others." Leona nodded, her enthusiasm undeterred by the weight of her new responsibilities. With Aratha by their side, the trio departed the court, leaving Amitrochates to conclude the meeting. He and Tisya returned to their chambers, cradling the still-crying Ashora. A year passed, and the kingdom celebrated a momentous occasion: Ashora¡¯s first birthday. The halls of the royal palace buzzed with joy, the echoes of that fateful day a constant reminder of the incredible future awaiting the Meaders bloodline. Chapter 3: The First Birthday Celebration The royal palace of Batili Kingdom glistened with splendor. Gold and silver decorations adorned the walls, and vibrant banners flapped gently in the breeze. The grand halls buzzed with activity as servants hurriedly completed final preparations. In just a few days, Ashora, the young prince of Batili, would celebrate his first birthday. It was an occasion of immense joy, and Amitrochates, the proud father and king, had ensured that the entire continent was invited to share in this momentous event. For an entire year, Amitrochates had felt the weight of regret for not inviting dignitaries to celebrate his son''s birth. Now, he sought to make amends. Invitations had been sent to every kingdom and empire, a testament to his desire for unity and goodwill. Yet amid the grandeur, one soul found little joy. In a secluded corner of the palace, Leona sat cross-legged in her chamber. Her young face bore a somber expression, a stark contrast to the festivities outside. Though she was Ashora''s elder sister, her unique powers kept her isolated. Despite a year of rigorous training under her grandfather, Androcottus, she still couldn¡¯t control the energy that coursed through her. Her room was isolated with magic barriers so she could not lose control in her sleep. "Gramps," she asked one evening, her voice tinged with sadness, "when can I play with my brother?" Androcottus, ever patient, looked at her with a gentle smile. "When you can control your powers, my dear. That day will come." Leona''s lips quivered. "But I can''t do it, no matter how hard I try." Androcottus smiled and reassured her, "Dear, you are the youngest Awakener in human history. We had to keep it a secret from the whole world. If you could control it already, even the gods would be ashamed of themselves." Encouraged, Leona ran back to her room and began practicing again. Far above in the heavenly realm, divine beings observed the events unfolding in the mortal world. Their attention remained fixed on Ashora. "Why does the Almighty place such importance on this child?" one deity mused aloud, yet no answer came. Amitrochates and Osborne are discussing the birthday celebration for their children, Ashora and Ikshita. They are ensuring that invitations have been sent to all kingdoms and empires. Their strong friendship makes the simultaneous birthdays of their children a special blessing for both of them. Osborne said, "Your Majesty, invitations have been sent to all kingdoms and empires." Amitrochates replied, "That''s good to hear. No matter how close a friend he is, Osborne never mixes friendship with official duties. While Amitrochates is his friend, this is still a personal matter, and the person standing with him right now is a king." ""Good," Amitrochates replied. He admired Osborne¡¯s unwavering professionalism. As the days passed, the royal palace became a hub of activity. Kings, queens, and envoys from across the continent began to arrive. While emissaries from minor kingdoms were greeted by the foreign minister, Amitrochates personally welcomed the King of Fishcel Kingdom and his family, as well as the esteemed envoys from the Elf Kingdom and the Queen of Kathi Nation. The faint rumble of an approaching carriage echoed through the air, growing louder as it neared the grand gates of the royal palace. Androcottus, standing near the central courtyard, paused mid-step. A powerful presence swept over him¡ªa distinct and overwhelming aura that could only belong to dragon blood. His sharp eyes turned toward the entrance, and without hesitation, he made his way there, his pace brisk.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. The carriage that arrived was unlike any other, its frame an intricate blend of gold and obsidian, adorned with carvings of dragons in flight. The emblem of the Zaneunisali Empire, a kingdom ruled by those with the blood and powers of dragons, gleamed proudly on its side. The carriage door opened, and a tall figure stepped out with a commanding presence. His snow-white hair gleamed in the sunlight, a testament to his lineage as a white dragon. His piercing gaze swept over the surroundings, and even among the grandeur of the Batili Kingdom, his regal aura remained unmatched. This was Emperor Zadrizes of the Zaneunisali Empire, a man whose very presence demanded reverence. As Zadrizes descended from the carriage, he turned and extended a hand. From within, a woman emerged, her movements graceful yet deliberate. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back, a clear mark of her red dragon heritage. Her beauty was as striking as her power, and she carried herself with the poise of a queen. This was Daria, the Empress of Zaneunisali. Before anyone could marvel further, a teenage boy leaped out of the carriage behind them. His white hair mirrored his father¡¯s, but his eyes burned a deep crimson, a unique blend of both his parents¡¯ bloodlines. The boy landed lightly on his feet, his youthful energy a stark contrast to the composed demeanor of his parents. he is prince of zaneunisali Gearax. Androcottus stepped forward, his expression respectful yet warm. ¡°Your Majesty Zadrizes,¡± he greeted them, his voice steady. ¡°And Your Majesty Daria, welcome to the Batili Kingdom. It is an honor to have you here.¡± Zadrizes inclined his head in acknowledgment, a faint smile gracing his lips. ¡°Androcottus. It¡¯s been some time, hasn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Indeed, Your Majesty. Far too long,¡± Androcottus replied. As the family gathered, Androcottus gestured toward the grand palace doors. ¡°Allow me to escort you to your quarters. I trust your journey was pleasant?¡± Zadrizes and Daria followed as Androcottus led them inside, the teenage boy trailing just behind. Along the way, Androcottus and Zadrizes exchanged words¡ªdiscussing old alliances, the state of their kingdoms, and the gathering storm of politics that loomed over the continent. Though the conversation flowed easily, As they reached the entrance to their chambers, Androcottus turned to them with respect. ¡°If there is anything you require, do not hesitate to ask. It is a privilege to host you on this occasion.¡± Zadrizes offered a curt nod, his sharp gaze softening slightly. ¡°Thank you, Androcottus. We look forward to the festivities.¡± The day of the celebration arrived. In the grand hall, laughter and music filled the air. Ashora and Ikshita sat contentedly on their mothers¡¯ laps, while Amitrochates and Osborne opened the festivities with a lively jam session. Guests mingled, wine flowed, and joy abounded. Amid the celebration, Emperor Zadrizers approached a figure standing alone at the edge of the room. "Grandmaster Aratha," he greeted, raising his glass. "It has been some time." Aratha, a humble-looking man with unassuming features, nodded. "Indeed, Your Majesty. I hope you are enjoying the celebration." Before their conversation could continue, a commotion erupted nearby. A minister from the Fishcel Kingdom made a disparaging comment about Aratha, unaware of the grandmaster¡¯s true stature. The Fishcel King, outraged, struck the minister and demanded an apology. When the minister hesitated, Zadrizers released a wave of Dragon Fear, forcing the man to his knees. "Apologize," the emperor commanded, his voice like thunder. "Enough," Aratha interjected calmly, his voice cutting through the tension. "Your Majesty, there is no need for this. Spare him." Zadrizers relented, though the weight of his presence lingered in the air. Turning to the Fishcel King, Aratha offered a simple yet profound piece of advice: "A wise man speaks because he has something to say, while a fool speaks simply to say something. Choose your subordinates wisely." With that, Aratha departed, leaving the guests to ponder his words. As the celebration continued, the minister, still shaken, turned to his king. "Who is this Grandmaster Aratha, even Dragon King Zadrizers made a move?" in his defense. The Fishcel King sighed. "Aratha is no ordinary man. He is the most respected figure on this continent, a man whose wisdom reshaped history. Remember this: Androcottus was once a slave, and it was the grandmaster who elevated him to kingship." The minister fell silent, realizing the gravity of his mistake. Meanwhile, the banquet resumed, filled with laughter, music, and the promise of new beginnings. chapter 4 : The Silent Dominion: Androcottus鈥檚 Wrath The royal hall buzzed with the energy of celebration. Laughter and music echoed through the vast chamber as nobles and emissaries from distant lands mingled under the opulent chandeliers. Seated on his throne, King Amitrochates raised his hand, silencing the revelry. ¡°Let the gift ceremony begin. Emperor Zadrizes, accompanied by Empress Daria and their son, Gearax. Zadrizes strode confidently to the center, two ornate boxes suddenly materializing in his hands, seemingly summoned from the ether. Gasps filled the hall as he opened the boxes, revealing two rings that radiated a mystical glow. ¡°These,¡± Zadrizes began, his deep voice cutting through the silence, ¡°are the relics of a legendary dragon couple who ascended to the heavens five centuries ago. Their knowledge, their skills, their very essence¡ªall sealed within these rings. For five hundred years, no dragonkin has been deemed worthy. Today, I offer these artifacts to Prince Ashora and Ikshita, in the hope that destiny might choose them.¡± A collective hush fell over the room as the significance of the gift sank in. The other kingdoms exchanged uneasy glances, their envy palpable yet unspoken. Daria handed the boxes to Gearax and said softly, ¡°Go, give the rings to the children.¡± Gearax approached the cradle holding Ikshita. Gently, he slipped the female ring onto her tiny finger, the artifact glowing faintly as it settled. Turning to Prince Ashora, he offered the second ring. But the baby, with a bright smile, grasped Gearax¡¯s hand instead. For a moment, the icy demeanor that earned Gearax the title ¡°Cold-Blooded Dragon Child¡± softened. With a small smile, he reached out and patted Ashora¡¯s head. ¡°Hey, kid,¡± he said, his voice laced with rare warmth. ¡°Become my friend.¡± Ashora giggled, clutching Gearax¡¯s hand with his tiny fingers. Daria watched the scene with a swelling heart, touched by her son¡¯s uncharacteristic display of affection. Other kingdoms began to present their gifts, but none could compare to Zadrizes''s offering. As Gearax returned to his mother¡¯s side, the ceremony continued. The Elf Envoy stepped forward, their face obscured beneath a hood. With a graceful gesture, they revealed a magnificent sword forged from 10,000-year-old cold steel and presented it to Prince Ashora. The hall erupted in astonished whispers. Some kings were shocked to learn that such steel is extremely rare; even finding just 10 grams could fetch a fortune. The envoy then unveiled an elegant dress for Ikshita, explaining, ¡°She explained, "This dress is blessed by the ancient world tree, possesses healing properties, and can adjust to the user''s body; even if the dress is torn, it can regenerate itself. When the final gifts were presented, the festivities resumed. Yet beneath the surface, unease lingered among the rulers. The next day Slowly, the kingdoms began to leave the Batili Kingdom; only a few remained - Fishcel Kingdom, Kathi Nation, the Elf Envoy, and Zadrizes. The Council¡¯s Decision after saying farewell to all kingdoms, a council convened in a grand chamber. Androcottus, Amitrochates, and Osborne sat at a round table with the King of Fishcel, the Queen of Kathi, the Elf Envoy, and Zadrizes. the female Elf Envoy named Arwen¡ªwho introduced herself as the daughter of the Elf Queen. Androcottus asked Arwen if the elves had discovered the reason behind the increasingly fierce behavior of the monsters. Arwen replied, "No, we have not found anything." Queen Kathi¡¯s voice trembled with desperation. ¡°My nation cannot hold out much longer. If we do not act soon, we will fall.¡± Zadrizes remained silent, his expression inscrutable. Androcottus leaned forward. ¡°If no one else will act, I will.¡± Osborne interjected. ¡°Why you? Let me go.¡± ¡°No,¡± Androcottus replied firmly. ¡°I am a Stage 5 Awakener and a Tier 3 Aura Knight. Fewer than a hundred on this continent can match me. I will handle this.¡± A pigeon flew through the open window, landing on Zadrizes¡¯s outstretched hand. He read the letter it carried and frowned. ¡°It seems a wyvern is behind the attacks.¡± Although wyverns are not pureblood dragons, they are still considered dragon kin and possess authority over monsters. A wyvern is not a mindless creature; they have intelligence. The Fishel King asked, "Wyvern? King Zedrizes, what are you saying? Weren''t all the wyverns killed by you 200 years ago?" Zedrizes leaned back in his chair, his sharp white eyes narrowing as he studied the room. His voice, calm yet carrying the weight of centuries, cut through the tense atmosphere. "That is true," he said, the faintest hint of weariness in his tone. "I did kill all the wyverns. However, at that time, one of them had just given birth. I could not bring myself to slay a newborn, So, I left the hatchling to the hands of destiny." He paused, his gaze distant as though reliving that moment. "Perhaps that wyvern is that child, now grown." Androcottus, ever pragmatic, folded his arms across his chest. "If it¡¯s truly a wyvern, then it¡¯s not a big deal. We can handle it without much trouble." His words, though confident, carried an undertone of readiness. He turned to the Queen of the Kathi Nation, who sat with her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "You should focus on pinpointing where this wyvern is hiding. I suspect it¡¯s somewhere near your lands." The queen straightened, her expression resolute despite the obvious strain on her nation. "As you wish," she said, her voice steady. Zedrizes stood, his towering figure commanding attention as his dark cloak swirled with his movement. "It seems everything has been resolved here, then. I¡¯ll take my leave." Without waiting for a reply, he turned and strode toward the exit, his footsteps echoing against the polished marble floor. As the heavy doors closed behind him, Androcottus glanced at Osborne, who had been silently observing the exchange. "Send spies to track the wyvern¡¯s location," Androcottus ordered. A faint smirk played on his lips. "I might just take this opportunity to stretch my old bones a bit." Osborne, ever loyal, rose to his feet. "Consider it done," he said, before following Zedrizes out of the room, his cape swishing behind him. With the two men gone, Androcottus turned to his son Amitrochates, who had remained seated, listening intently. "I will be taking my leave as well," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Amitrochates discussed various matters with the kingdoms and elves.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. In a quiet corner of the palace gardens, Daria sat with Tisya, the two women enjoying the rare moment of peace amid the festivities. The air was filled with the laughter of children as Gerax, ever the solemn child, knelt in the grass playing with little Ashora. The baby giggled uncontrollably, his tiny hands reaching out to grasp Gerax¡¯s fingers, as though sensing the warmth hidden beneath the young dragonkin¡¯s cool exterior. Zedrizes approached, his imposing presence casting a long shadow over the serene scene. His white eyes softened as he took in the sight of his son and the baby prince. Though his expression remained stoic, there was a quiet tenderness in the way his gaze lingered on his family. "It¡¯s time to leave," Zedrizes said, his voice low and firm, Daria looked up, her sharp features relaxing into a gentle smile. She rose to her feet, brushing imaginary dust from her gown. "Very well," she replied, her tone calm yet tinged with understanding. She reached out a hand to Gerax, who hesitated for a moment before standing, his movements reluctant. As they began to walk away, Gerax glanced over his shoulder at Ashora. The baby watched him with wide, curious eyes, his chubby hands reaching out as though beckoning his new friend to stay. Gerax stopped, turning back and kneeling before Ashora one last time. "Hey, little Bart," he said, his voice softer than usual, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I¡¯ll come back to play with you again." Ashora responded with a bright, grin, his tiny fingers grasping the air. Gerax patted the baby¡¯s head gently before standing and walking away, his heart unexpectedly lighter. Zedrizes, watching this exchange, remained silent, though his lips pressed into a thin line as if suppressing a smile. Despite his tough exterior, moments like this revealed the depth of his love for his wife and son¡ªfeelings he struggled to express aloud. As the family departed, the quiet sound of Ashora¡¯s laughter lingered in the air, a reminder of the bond forged that day. Two months had passed, and the search for the elusive wyvern had borne no fruit. Reports of monstrous attacks grew more dire by the day, each missive dripping with urgency. Queen Kathi''s latest letter was no exception. It spoke of desperation, of a kingdom on the brink of collapse, its defenses battered by relentless waves of beasts. In the council chamber of the Batili Kingdom, Aratha placed the letter on the table, his expression grim as he turned to Androcottus. "It looks like you have to step in yourself," he said, his voice steady despite the tension hanging in the air. Androcottus leaned back in his chair, his weathered face betraying no emotion. But his sharp eyes burned with determination. He gave a single nod. "Yes," he replied simply. Rising to his feet, Androcottus stretched out a hand. A distant whistling sound echoed through the chamber, growing louder until a flash of steel pierced the air. His sword flew toward him, landing firmly in his outstretched hand. The blade gleamed with a faint aura, its presence radiating power and purpose. Without a word, he strode to the nearest window. In one smooth motion, he leaped out of the window, his figure disappearing into the vast expanse of the sky. Androcottus''s eyes remained fixed ahead, his thoughts focused. If the wyvern truly commands these monsters, I will end it before it destroys another kingdom. The sky grew darker as he neared the Kathi nation''s borders, a foreboding sign of the chaos unfolding below. But Androcottus pressed on, unwavering, Androcottus soared over the borderlands of the Kathi nation, his sharp eyes scanning the forest below. What he saw was a sea of monsters, their grotesque forms moving like a tide of destruction. Goblins shrieked as they charged, ogres roared, and orcs brandished crude weapons. The battlefield stretched endlessly, a grim testament to the unrelenting assault the nation faced. Farther ahead, Kathi soldiers fought valiantly at the border, their defenses faltering against the overwhelming horde. He raised his hand, and the very air seemed to shift in response. Countless wind blades materialized around him, their edges shimmering with a deadly precision. With a swift gesture, he infused each blade with fire, the flames licking hungrily at their edges. The sky above the battlefield darkened as the fiery blades hovered, a silent omen of devastation. Androcottus thrust his arm forward, and the blades descended in a cascade of destruction. Like a storm-given form, thousands of fiery wind blades rained down upon the monsters below. Screams and roars filled the air as the creatures were torn apart, their numbers rapidly thinning. Flames consumed the forest floor, leaving only ash and scorched earth in their wake. The soldiers at the border halted their fighting, gazing upward in awe and disbelief. The fiery rain had decimated the monstrous horde in moments, turning the tide of the battle in their favor. As the last of the blades vanished, Androcottus descended, his boots touching the charred ground with a quiet authority. He sheathed his sword, the faint glow of its aura dimming. Around him lay the remnants of the battle¡ªa battlefield turned graveyard, the monsters reduced to lifeless husks. Androcottus turned to the stunned soldiers, his voice calm but commanding. "I will handle things here. Head to the north gate and assist your comrades." The soldiers hesitated, their eyes filled with both awe and uncertainty. But the chief among them recognize him and stepped forward, bowing low. "We will do as you say, my lord." With that, they gathered their wounded and hurried toward the distant gates, leaving Androcottus alone amid the devastation. He closed his eyes briefly, attuning himself to the air around him. The forest beyond the battlefield still teemed with life, more monsters lurking in the shadows. Let them come, he thought. I¡¯ll finish this here and now. Androcottus was a Level 5 Awakener who specialized in the wind element. While Awakeners master all known elements sequentially at each stage, they can only control one element more effectively until they reach Stage 6. At Stage 6, they can use all elements with maximum efficiency; however, throughout history, only a little over 100 individuals have attained Stage 6. Apart from Tier 5 Aura Knights, Archmages at the 9th Circle, and dragons, no one can compare to a Stage 6 Awakener. Androcottus had been stuck at Stage 5 for 10 years and had not found a way to advance to Stage 6. More monsters poured from the dense forest, their grotesque forms illuminated by the smoldering embers left from Androcottus¡¯s earlier attack. The ground trembled under their charge as their guttural roars filled the air, a deafening cacophony of rage and defiance. Androcottus stood motionless at the heart of the battlefield, He watched intently as the last of the soldiers retreated, ensuring they were beyond harm¡¯s reach. Once the battlefield was empty save for him and the approaching horde, he closed his eyes. The wind stilled. A sudden, palpable shift in the air caused the advancing monsters to falter, their instincts screaming warnings they couldn¡¯t comprehend. Behind Androcottus, the very fabric of reality seemed to ripple. From the invisible depths of his power, a towering image began to materialize¡ªa spectral figure, 200 feet tall, with a presence as commanding as a god of war. The avatar an ethereal giant wielding twin swords that seemed forged from the essence of the storm itself. Its eyes, glowing like embers, surveyed the encroaching horde with cold indifference. The mere sight of it was enough to send ripples of terror through the monsters¡¯ ranks. Androcottus remained perfectly still, his eyes shut, his focus unwavering. In a single, silent moment Within a 500-meter radius, every monster froze. Goblins, orcs, ogres¡ªno matter their size or strength¡ªall collapsed where they stood, their bodies crumpling lifelessly to the ground. It was as though the spark of life had been plucked from their cores in an instant. Even the forest itself wasn¡¯t spared; Trees and plants all began to become lifeless. Beyond the radius of death, the remaining monsters howled in primal terror. They could feel the avatar¡¯s presence, and their instincts demanded only one thing¡ªescape. Some turned and fled back into the forest, their heavy steps crashing through the underbrush. Others, driven by desperation, charged forward, hoping to defy the unseen force. It was futile. As they entered the range of the avatar, their lives were snuffed out as swiftly and silently as the others. The battlefield, once teeming with chaos, was now eerily still. Only the faint sound of the wind returning to life could be heard. The towering avatar faded away, its duty fulfilled. Androcottus opened his eyes the avatar faded away, his expression calm but resolute. ¡°For now, everything is settled,¡± he murmured, his voice carrying a weight of authority that matched the devastation around him In Stage 5 of awakening, a person begins to comprehend the concept of space and gains the ability to manipulate it. They can create a personal space within a certain range where only their own rules apply. Additionally, they have the power to physically manifest their soul. For Androcottus, a master of the wind element, his personal space was a silent weapon of devastating efficiency. The air itself became his tool, the unseen force he wielded with unmatched precision. Within a radius of 500 meters, he could halt the movement of wind entirely. The atmosphere within his space would become unnaturally still, a breathless void where even the faintest breeze was extinguished. The true brilliance¡ªand horror¡ªof his mastery lay in its subtlety. The monsters caught within his domain never saw their end coming. Deprived of air, they gasped silently, their bodies collapsing as life slipped away. There were no roaring flames, no crashing waves, no visible spectacle to warn them. Their deaths were quiet, unnoticed by those outside the sphere of his power. The monsters¡¯ massive frames crumpled like discarded marionettes, lifeless before they understood what had befallen them. Even the plant life suffered, their leaves wilting, stems drooping, and roots shriveling as the breathless void sapped the vitality from everything within. Standing at the heart of this lifeless zone, Androcottus was a portrait of calm control. He neither spoke nor moved as his will shaped the invisible forces around him. His eyes, now open, reflected neither pity nor cruelty, only the steady determination of a man who understood the weight of his power.