In the heart of the Silver City, where moonlight draped across crystalline towers and the rivers of stardust reflected memories long buried, two souls stood beneath the tranquil sky.
Jin Luneblood watched from a balcony overlooking the Courtyard of Origin. His eyes, carrying the weight of eons and war, were soft now—filled with silent pride. Below him, two women danced between shadows and light, their bodies moving with a grace born not of mortals, but of those chosen by destiny.
Lia Luneblood and Lillian —his wife and sister.
Their training had taken weeks of guided torment—confronting their past selves, drowning in primordial echoes, mastering the pull of powers older than time itself.
And now…
A sudden tremor pulsed through the air.
Reality shimmered around Lia's outstretched palm. The wind stopped moving. Birds froze mid-flight. The world held its breath. Jin used his ''God's Gaze."
[Whim – Echo of the Mystery]
A translucent sigil ignited behind her—one that couldn't be read, couldn't be spoken. Any attempt to decipher it… collapsed into dust. A laugh, neither cruel nor kind, echoed in the minds of all present.
"Power: Enigma Pulse."
The ground she stood upon flickered like a mirage. Even cause and effect lost meaning in her presence—arrows fired toward her looped in mid-air or unraveled into threads of paradox. Mystery was her kingdom, and within it, logic had no throne.
Just beside her, Lillian stood, her sword sheathed in a halo of half-light and half-dark. The marble beneath her feet cracked, unable to decide whether it was solid or void.
[Axis – Echo of the Balance]
A wave of invisible pressure warped the sky above her. Dualities collapsed in her wake—flame turned cold, light grew heavy, and time became indecisive.
"Power: Fractured Pivot."
She opened her eyes—pale silver, laced with quiet fury—and the ground quaked. Order buckled. Chaos flinched.
From the balcony, Jin's God's Gaze flickered into life, analyzing them.
Stage – Grandmaster.
He raised an eyebrow, then smiled faintly.
"So… finally they awakened it." His gaze lingered on Lia. "But more importantly…" He looked at Lillian. "…they've both surpassed expectations. Their Requiems are beyond what I had at that age… even Velka reached Grandmaster only after Daemon's birth."
In the distance, the clash of blades echoed—the sound of Bellon and Nyreth sparring once more. A rivalry had begun between them, one fueled by loyalty, ambition, and the unspoken desire to stand beside their king—not behind him.
Even Eres and Nyxses trained relentlessly, carving their strength into the architecture of the Silver City's defense.
But for now, there was peace.
Jin sat within the garden as twilight bled across the sky. Eirlys curled up on his lap, her silver lhair shimmering like him. Daemon also laid on the bench, trying to catch the floating fireflies Jin had conjured.
Lia and Lillian rested nearby, sipping fruit elixir and discussing their Requiems' boundaries.
For a brief moment, it felt like a family.
But peace is often the cruelest illusion.
The sky tore open like parchment under fire.
The heavens bled black.
A colossal rift burst above the city, revealing a swirling void beyond—countless dragons, their scales like molten stars, surged forth. Some were ancient, older than history itself. Others were constructs of hatred and chaos.
The Silver City trembled.
Children screamed. Guards raised their weapons. Alarm bells rang across the spires.
Jin stood, his face unreadable. Eirlys and Daemon clutched his robe tightly, tears rolling down their cheeks.
Daemon wailed louder, grabbing Jin's shoulder as if to anchor him in this moment of innocence.
Jin hesitated.
That pause cost him everything.
His heart ached, splitting not from fear, but from the raw cry of his children. But he knew—this world, their future, would burn if he faltered.
He slowly pried their hands away, whispering words they wouldn't understand yet.
"I'll come back. I always do."
He summoned a shadow guard. "Take care and protect them."
He stepped into the wind.
Nyxses appeared instantly—his wings of void unraveling the sky behind him. Jin landed upon his back.
A second later, Bellon—emerged, wielding his obsidian greatblade with silent fury. Nyreth, his glaive a streak of starlight, joined him. Eres flew above them, his eyes already scanning for formation weaknesses.
The army of shadows surged from beneath the city—a tide of warriors, dragons, assassins, and spectral mages, each bound by Jin's will.
At the head of the enemy wave stood Lucias.
He smiled.
The elder brother once forgotten, now the storm that approached.
"Been a while, little brother," Lucias called, the winds howling around his floating figure. "Your city's still pretty."
Jin stood atop Nyxses, eyes narrowed.
"No more words."
A single gesture. The sky ignited with war.