Chapter 1: The First Flame
The morning sun peeked shyly through the thin clouds over Aetherya, casting golden light across the grasslands that surrounded a small village named Eldwyn—a place not even marked on any royal map.
This was where I lived.This was where I learned the meaning of peace.
Eldwyn was no grand place. No tall towers, no guards, no walls. Just an old stone church standing at the center, surrounded by wooden houses built by different races. A fox beastkin played with a shadowborn child, while a dwarf and an elf bickered over the size of a dining table. An old human—once a knight of Solvarein who had fled the war—taught a young demon how to brew healing potions.
No prejudice. No questions.Here, names mattered more than races. And my name was Roky.
Even as a child, I knew I was different, though I never understood why. My eyes changed color when I was afraid. Sometimes, my body felt light as wind, then heavy as stone. Small wounds healed faster on me than on the other kids—but no one ever found it strange. They just said, "You're special, Roky. The world needs the special ones."
They were wrong.The world does not want the different.And I would soon learn why.
That morning, as usual, I was fixing the church roof with Evan, the old human who was more of a brother than a father to me. His hands were rough, but his smile was kind. He once told me, "I used to kill demons for a kingdom. Now I plant tomatoes to atone for it."
He looked up and shouted, "Careful, kid! If you fall again, I'm not climbing up to save you!"
I laughed. "You're not climbing up because your knees shake every five steps!"
"Because I'm old! And because I'm sane!" he snapped back.
That morning felt eternal. But eternity never truly exists.Because just as I jumped down—we all heard it.
A trumpet's blare from the north.Long. Loud. Burning with fury.
We froze.Then shadows appeared on the horizon.A white banner, emblazoned with a sun crossed by a sword—Solvarein's flag.
"No… it can't be…" Evan whispered, his face going pale.
"Who are they?" I asked.
He looked into my eyes, and for the first time, I saw fear in the gaze of a former knight.
"They're not a patrol."And then he spoke the words that would change my life forever:"They bring war."
Our village had no army. No walls. Not even a reason to be attacked—at least by the logic of peace. But war needs no reason. Only a target.
They came like a storm.Fully armed human soldiers, eyes cold and unforgiving.They looked around… and saw races their holy texts called "abominations of creation."
An old demon from the village stepped forward, raising his hands. "We are no enemy! This is sacred ground!"
The first arrow pierced his chest.
And the world was no longer silent.
Evan pulled me behind a building as fire began to spread. Screams filled the air. Children were rushed away. Dwarves raised their hammers. Beastkin fought with tooth and claw. But we weren't warriors. We weren't a kingdom.
We were a world without walls.
As the church burned, I was dragged inside the rubble by Mother Elira, the old elf priestess who had raised me. Her face was bloody, her breaths shallow. But her hand gripped my collar.
"Listen to me, Roky…" she whispered. "You are no one… and yet, you are everything."
I bit my lip. "I don't understand…"
"Because they don't want you to."
She lifted a pendant from her neck and pressed it into my hand.
"What is this?" I asked.
"…The key to uniting the world—or destroying it."
I never got to ask more. The church roof collapsed.Evan pulled me out before it all turned to ash.Beyond the hill, we ran—me, him, and a wound that time could never heal.
That night, I did not sleep.That night, I did not cry.I only stared at the sky, glowing red with smoke…
And for the first time in my life, I hated the human race.
Chapter 2: The Ninth Blood
The night wind howled across the dead plains where we had taken shelter. Smoke from Eldwyn still stained the horizon, a black line stretching into the sky. The stench of burned wood and scorched flesh lingered in my throat, as if the world itself was mourning.
We sat behind a large boulder, far from the main road. I hugged my knees, trembling—not from the cold, but from something inside me that I could no longer contain.
Evan sat nearby, his left arm badly injured and wrapped in a torn piece of church robe he'd managed to save. His eyes were vacant, but they flicked to me now and then—nervous.
"I can't... I can't hear them anymore," I muttered.
"Who?" Evan asked gently.
"Everyone in the village. Their voices… they used to be there."
He said nothing. But I looked at him, demanding answers.
"I could always hear them. Their thoughts. Their feelings. Like whispers on the wind. But now... it's all gone."
Evan let out a long breath. "I think... the time has come."
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
He stared at me for a while, then opened a small pouch on his belt. From it, he pulled out a worn scroll—covered in strange symbols and arcane circles I couldn't decipher.
"You remember when you had that fever for three days when you were five? Your eyes changed colors three times in an hour. That's when I knew… you weren't just human."
He unrolled the parchment and pointed to the center symbol: nine circles surrounding a single, empty point.
"This is called the Ninth Seal. An ancient document that can only be passed down. Legend says that when the nine bloodlines unite in one body, a Balance Child will be born—one who could either unite the world… or destroy it."
"And you think… I'm that child?"
"It's not what I think," Evan whispered. "It's what all the kingdoms believe. That's why they're hunting you. That's why they burned Eldwyn."
I looked at my hands. A small scratch from earlier that morning was gone. Not even a scar remained. But that wasn't what made me shiver.
My hand… began to glow faintly.
A soft aquamarine hue, like sunlight through ocean waves.And the air around it… grew damp. Heavy. Alive.
"What's… happening?"
"You can't suppress your blood anymore, Roky," Evan said, rising slowly. "When you lost your home, your people... your power woke up."
But before I could grasp the weight of it all—
Footsteps.
A figure emerged from the shadows. Long hair. Pointed ears. Emerald eyes cutting through the darkness.
"Roky."
I stood instinctively, my hand raised, that strange energy still flowing.
The woman smiled gently. "Relax. I'm not your enemy."
"Who are you?"
She bowed slightly. "My name is Lyra. I come from Sylvaran. High Priestess Elira sent me a final message… before she died."
My heart clenched. That name… that wound…
"You… knew her?"
"She was my teacher," Lyra said softly. "And you… are her final student. The heir to an old will."
Silence fell between us. The wind echoed like a funeral hymn.
"The world will hunt you, Roky," Lyra continued. "But a small part of it… will choose to stand with you. If you let us."
I gripped the pendant Elira had given me. It glowed gently, like a sleeping breath.
"I don't know who I am. But I know one thing…"
"…I don't want the world to stay like this."
Lyra smiled. "That's enough."
And that night, for the first time since everything burned,I didn't feel alone.
I didn't know where I was going—But I knew the journey had begun.
And my blood…Had finally awakened.
Chapter 3: No Man's Path
That morning was as silent as a grave.
No birdsong.No cracking twigs.Only the whisper of wind slipping through bone, as if the world itself was holding its breath... waiting for a decision that could change everything.
Evan, Lyra, and I stood atop a hill, facing east—toward the Northern Border, where caravan routes crossed the ashen lands: unclaimed, forsaken ground where traitors were exiled and only the desperate dared to survive.
The No Man's Path.A place where the laws of the kingdoms meant nothing. But that didn't make it free.On the contrary, it was where chaos bred freely—and death came cheap, bought with a single misstep.
"Why are we heading north?" I asked. "Solvarein's forces came from there."
Lyra pointed far ahead. "Because hidden in those lands lie the ruins of the Sealed Temple—built by the draconian race. One of the last places that may hold records of the Pactum Primordia."
"Pactum...?"
"An ancient covenant between the nine races, before the kingdoms were formed. Before the world was divided."
Evan added, "And there... we might find the truth about your blood, Roky. About who once united the nine races—and why the world fears you."
I looked down at my left hand.Part of my skin still glowed with a gentle light I'd never seen before—like the nine powers within me were thinking… or preparing to rise.
Our journey began without grandeur.No warhorses.No sacred weapons.Only worn boots, cloth to shield our faces from dust storms, and a will that was nearly broken.
We passed the charred remains of villages—burned to the ground. Beastkin skulls hung on gateposts, a warning left by human soldiers. Corpses were left to rot under the open sky, while black birds circled overhead… waiting to feast.
I choked back bile. Lyra gently covered my eyes."We have to keep moving," she said.
By midday, we stumbled upon a wild encampment. Torn tents. A dead campfire.But we were not alone.
From behind jagged rocks emerged tall figures—scales of bronze, eyes glowing red. Draconians.
Five of them. Armed with crude weapons—axes, spears, shattered swords.But their presence alone made the air thick and searing.
The leader stepped forward. He sniffed the air.
"Mmmm… mixed blood…"His red eyes locked onto me."Half-elf… quarter demon… one-seventh beastkin… and… oh… even a drop of our blood."
He grinned. "Interesting."
I braced myself. My hands glowed. My body tensed.
But before a fight could break out, Lyra stepped forward.
"We came for your temple, Karkon. Not to challenge you."
The draconian narrowed his eyes. "Who is this you've brought?"
Lyra looked at me. "He… is the child of nine bloods."
Karkon laughed—a sound like molten rock crashing through caverns.
"Lies. That legend is just a bedtime story for old fools."
But then… he stopped laughing. His gaze sharpened.Stared into me.
"…But your body says otherwise."
He stepped closer. Before I could retreat, his claw touched my chest.
"Your heart… it doesn't beat like any creature of this world.You are not part of this order.You are a disturbance."
I held my breath. But I didn't resist.
Then, for reasons I couldn't understand, Karkon nodded.
"Very well. Follow me. The temple does not welcome traitors.But for you… perhaps we'll make an exception."
That night, we camped among the exiled draconians.
They weren't monsters.They were just beings who had lost their place in a world divided by blood, race, and hatred.
Like me.
That night too, Lyra showed me something hidden inside Elira's pendant—a symbol etched in silver. Nine races, encircled in flame.
"What if the nine kingdoms move together?" I asked."To kill me?"
Lyra stared into the fire.
"Then we'll unite them… for a greater reason."She smiled bitterly."Or destroy everything, and start from ash."
I didn't answer.
But deep inside me, my blood whispered.
A sentence.A prophecy.
"The fortress will fall.But a new world will rise from its ashes."
And maybe…I would be its fire.
Chapter 4: The Temple of Fire and Bones
The sky above the No Man's Road was always gloomy. But that morning, it was darker than usual.
A thick sulfur mist cloaked us as we crept through the rocky crevices toward the hidden temple of the draconian clan. No trees. No bird songs. Only stone, dust, and whispers from the earth that seemed to hold ancient wrath.
Karkon led the way, his towering figure like a living stone statue. Behind him, Lyra and Evan stepped cautiously. I could barely breathe—not because of the mist—but because of a strange energy surging stronger with every step closer.
"What do you feel?" Lyra asked, noticing my pale face.
I clutched my chest. "There's something inside me… like a trapped flame. But now, the fire is struggling to break free."
Karkon snorted. "That's a sign you're being called. Your ancestral soul recognizes this land. Prepare yourself, mixed-blood human. Many have died inside this temple… even before reaching its gates."
We arrived before a massive stone wall, black and veined with red like a pulsing vein. At its center was a carving of a closed dragon's eye.
Karkon pressed his palm against it. His eyes gleamed. "With the fire of our ancestors… we open the way."
A cracking sound echoed. The stones shifted. The door slowly opened, releasing a blast of heat like breath from hell.
The Temple of Fire and Bones was no ordinary temple. It was like the carcass of a dead dragon—scaled, ribbed with giant bones, and lined with frozen lava walls. Along the corridors hung skulls of various races, marked with glowing red runes.
"This… is the place of union," Lyra whispered. "Where all races once gathered… before they betrayed the pact."
We reached the main hall, where nine towering pillars stood. Each carved with the symbol of one race: human, elf, dwarf, draconian, beastkin, demon, siren, shade, and nephilim.
But the tenth pillar… was empty.
"This pillar…" I murmured.
Karkon answered without turning, "It has never been carved. Because the 'Uniter' never appeared… until today."
All eyes turned to me. Then the floor beneath shook. The symbols on the pillars lit up one by one—responding to my presence. My eyes widened, and the power became unbearable.
My body was pushed to the center of the hall. Unconsciously, I screamed—not in pain, but because all my blood, all my blood, began to blaze together.
Images flashed in my mind:
A volcano erupting.
Cities burning.
Kings and queens bowing down.
Dragons circling the sky.
And a child… standing alone on the battlefield.
Me.
Suddenly, a surge of energy burst from my body, cracking the floor. The demon pillar shone brighter, and on my hand… appeared a wound shaped like an inverted triangle.
Karkon stared with wide eyes. "That is… the demon blood seal. One of the Nine Seals."
Lyra stepped closer, containing the heat wave in the air. "You… have awakened the first blood."
My body weakened. But my mind was clear.
This power was more than magic. More than blood.
This… was the key to destroy or unite the world.
But before we could understand further, an explosion sounded outside the temple. The corridor trembled. Stones fell.
One of the draconian guards rushed in. "Human forces… they've arrived! They're surrounding the temple entrance!"
Karkon growled. "They know you're here. They want to stop your awakening before your blood is complete."
Lyra drew her sword. Evan gripped his homemade spear.
I stood slowly. The power still flowed through me. And for the first time… I did not feel fear.
"I won't run again," I said quietly.
Karkon laughed lowly. "Good. Because the way back is closed."
I stared at the temple door, shaking from another explosion.
And I knew… this was just the beginning.
Chapter 5: The First Fire — BOOOM!!
The sky cracked with an explosion.Boots thundered over stone, war trumpets echoed like the howls of hungry wolves. Shadows of armored men lined the temple's entrance, fully armed, their eyes cold… thirsty for blood.
Among them stood a tall man in a blood-red cloak, wearing a black crown carved with the emblem of Solvarein.
"Roky…" Evan whispered."That's Grand Inquisitor Alvion. The hunter of mixed blood. The king's executioner."
I looked at the man. His gaze cut through my skin like an ice dagger.
Inside the temple, we prepared.
Karkon led the draconian ranks, lifting spears made of firestone. Lyra stood beside me, her elven sword glowing blue. Evan took a deep breath, then ignited his homemade explosive belt—a fire bomb from the alchemy he'd secretly learned.
And me?
I stood in the center of the hall, the demon blood seal on my hand blazing with a blinding red. My body felt both light… and heavy. Heat spread from my chest to my fingertips.
"How do I use it…?" I whispered.
My blood answered.
"Open the door. Don't resist the fire. Feel the rage. Let it out… let the world see the demon's face within you."
The attack began.
Human forces blasted the temple mouth, breaking through like a flood of death. Fire arrows. Magical explosions. Clashing weapons.
Karkon leapt, hurling two soldiers into a wall until their bones shattered. The draconian fought like ancient beasts, brutally bashing their foes.
But their numbers were overwhelming.
Lyra was pushed back. Evan was shot in the shoulder. I watched them, saw the blood flow…
And then, the walls inside me collapsed.
I screamed—not from pain, but because the lock had been turned.
Fire erupted from my body. But this was no ordinary fire.It was black with streaks of blood red.This fire did not burn things……it burned souls.
The first approaching soldier—one touch was enough. His body burned from within. His eyes went blank, then exploded in a silent scream. Three others burned mid-air, their flesh melting, weapons dripping like wax.
"By the Gods… he—he's not human!" one soldier shouted.
But I no longer heard them.
My steps were slow, but the world trembled with every step. Black fire followed my trail. Karkon looked at me with awe and fear.
Lyra whispered, "You… have become the fire itself…"
Grand Inquisitor Alvion finally stepped forward. His sword glowed a dark blue, surrounded by anti-demon magic.
"Roky, child of evil and blood pollution," he said, his voice calm and cruel."I have come to erase your sins from the world's history."
I raised my hand. Black fire danced on my fingers.
"Then," I replied, "erase me. If you can."
We clashed.
One side: the demon fire of nine bloods.One side: the sacred judgment blade of Solvarein.
The fight was swift. He sliced the air—I heated the space. He stabbed—I burned. But he was more than human. His sword could wound even my black fire.
"You're not whole yet, Roky!" Lyra shouted from afar."Only one blood seal awakened! Don't push your body—!"
But I already knew. If I didn't fight… I'd die.
Then I took the risk.
I poured out all my energy.All the demon blood inside me exploded out—and for a fraction of a second, I saw the world in different colors.
Everything cast a shadow.And I could touch the shadows.
I merged with the darkness.
In one step, I appeared behind Alvion.
"What—?"
And I plunged my black fiery hand into his back.
The sound of his bones cracking exploded. The fire spread. He screamed, then dropped to his knees. I stood behind him, breath ragged, body trembling.
Alvion was not dead… but close. He looked at me with cold fear."This… is impossible…"
I whispered the last words, "The world has changed."
The human forces retreated. The temple cracked from the residual explosions and my uncontrollable power.
We had succeeded. But we lost many draconians… and part of my soul felt lost, burned away with that first fire.
Lyra supported me. Evan staggered, offering a pale smile.
Karkon stood, staring at the red sky beyond the temple's mouth."The fire has been ignited. And now… the nine kingdoms will know: The Uniter has returned."
Chapter 6: Shadows Beneath the Throne
The sky above the world changed.
Not because of storms or seasons…
But because the news had spread.
In the land of the Untamed, a young man awakened the demon seal.
Before the Grand Inquisitor, he burned the kingdom's soldiers without official magic.
The black fire… had returned to the world.
The world, long divided into nine thrones—nine kingdoms and races—paused for a moment, then reacted.
Kingdom of Solvarein (Race: Humans)
King Ervand sat on his throne, fists clenched over the golden dragon carving. Beside him, Grand Inquisitor Alvion lay badly wounded, his body covered in spiritual burns that could not be healed.
"He carries demon blood," Alvion's hoarse voice said.
"But not entirely. He mixes all our blood. The bastard child of nine races."
The king nodded slowly.
"The Uniter… a legend that should have died in the flames of the Old Covenant."
He stood.
"If the world knew, they would choose him, not us."
He pointed at the generals.
"Send messages to the other kingdoms. We need a Holy Alliance. Before the Uniter gathers the next seals."
Land of A'theryel (Race: Elf)
Among the glowing trees, Queen Elaria gazed at the sky from the top of the Tree of Life. Her eyes shone with green light.
"Lyra is with him…" she murmured.
Her advisor, Thaylen, shouted,
"That means the elves have broken our neutrality!"
"No," the queen replied softly.
"It means… our history will change."
She wrote orders on a silver leaf:
"Send the 'Light Trackers.' Don't kill Roky… watch him. If he can master the seals, we will consider defending him, not humans."
Kingdom of Khundrak (Race: Dwarf)
In the giant caves, the hammering on the anvil stopped. King Borun Ironhand stared at the lava screen where magical information was displayed.
"That boy… can control black fire?" he asked.
"More than that," his deputy replied.
"He does not burn. Even our iron melts near him."
Borun laughed.
"Maybe the world does need to be burned again."
But behind his laughter, he sent a secret letter to mercenaries:
"Kill him. Our metal secrets… must not fall into the hands of mixed blood."
4–9. Reactions of the Other Kingdoms:
The Demons (Nerakthar Castle): Preparing to welcome him. "Our child has risen," said the Hell God.The Beastkin (Bloodlands): Sending the Moon Guard to test him.The Shades (Shadowlands): Sending assassins from the darkness.The Sirens (Everdeep Ocean): Beginning to foretell the world's fate through death songs.The Nephilim (Aetherium Fortress): Divided — some see Roky as hope, others as a heavenly threat.
Back to Roky.
We rested at the temple ruins, days after the battle. Our wounds had not healed. But a new wave was coming.
"The world knows," Lyra murmured.
I sat alone on a rock, looking into the distance.
"I didn't ask for this," I said.
Evan arrived, pale-faced.
"It's too late to refuse. We're all hunted."
Karkon rushed in.
"Troops from two kingdoms have been spotted. They will arrive in three days."
I stood up. My breath was heavy.
The world was starting to move.
And I had to decide — run, or fight.
But before I could answer…
Someone emerged from the temple's shadows.
Silent. Without footsteps.
He stood not far from me — eyes like mist, a smile like a bloody full moon.
"Roky," he said.
"My name is Nyx. I come from the Seventh Shadow. I was sent to kill you."
Chapter 7: Dance Among the Night Assassins
The night swallowed the temple ruins with its thick darkness.
A red moon hung low, as if watching the battle about to unfold.
Nyx stood in front, a figure swirling like black mist, his cold eyes piercing the shadows.
He was an assassin from the Shade race, a living shadow who never left a trace.
"I won't kill you without reason," Nyx's voice was soft but sharp.
"But the world asks me to do this. If you die, perhaps less blood will be spilled."
I stared at him, breath heavy but calm.
"If I die, this world will grow darker. I have no reason but to survive and protect those I call family."
Nyx smiled faintly.
"Family? In a world without strongholds, that's what you call 'power'? Very well, let's see if your fire is hot enough to burn my shadow."
The Duel Begins
Nyx's footsteps were nearly silent, yet every move was deadly precise.
He dashed forward, slashing from the right side, relentless strikes without mercy.
I spun to dodge, feeling the heat of the black fire in my hand begin to tremble, ready to explode.
In this fast spinning duel, I realized one thing: Nyx was not just an assassin, but a dancer of death.
Every strike was a dance, every move a threat.
The Awakening of the Second Seal
Suddenly, Nyx unleashed his ultimate technique—a stretching shadow that flew like a spear from the darkness.
I was trapped, but suddenly a wave of cold pierced through my bones.
The demonic fire I wielded mingled with a different dark energy, freezing and burning at once.
It was the second seal: Shade blood awakening.
I screamed, the awareness of the second seal making my entire body tremble.
My body not only mastered fire, but also deadly shadows.
Nyx smiled satisfied at my reaction, then lunged toward me.
"I'm the one taking you to the next wave," he said.
Becoming Stronger or Trapped
Slowly, I began to master the power of the shadows.
But the second seal was not without risk. If I lost control, I would become a soulless monster of darkness.
Our duel intensified.
I wielded black fire and shadow simultaneously, launching attacks that cracked and burned the ground beneath us.
Turning Point of the Battle
With a massive explosion, I unleashed a combined fire-shadow blast toward Nyx.
He staggered, then fell to the ground.
Nyx lifted his head and smiled.
"Roky... you truly are The Uniter. But remember... darkness can be your ally, or your greatest enemy."
With that, he vanished into the shadows, leaving me amid the ruins.
I gasped, staring at my hands glowing with black fire and dark shadows.
"This is only the beginning," I whispered.
Chapter 8: Chaos of the Alliance
News of Roky's rise had become a fire burning in the souls of every ruler across the nine kingdoms.
Meeting at Solvarein Fortress
King Ervand, Queen Elaria, King Borun, and other rulers gathered in the grand hall of Solvarein—the political heart of the world.
"That boy has mastered two blood seals," King Ervand spoke with a heavy voice.
"If he keeps growing, not only will our kingdoms fall… this world will crumble."
Queen Elaria's sharp eyes pierced the room.
"He's not just a threat. He may be the only one who can end this war—if we decide to ally with him."
Borun Ironhand slammed the table hard.
"In Khundrak, we sent our best assassins, but all failed. He is more than human—he is both fire and shadow."
The Alliance Plan
The rulers agreed to form the Nine Blood Alliance—a coalition of elite forces from all kingdoms to track and stop Roky before he unlocks the third seal.
They pledged to deploy their most dangerous sorcerers, elite soldiers, and deadliest assassins.
Roky's Inner Conflict
Meanwhile, Roky struggled with the powers growing inside him.
The black fire and dark shadows clashed within his body, whispering for him to surrender to the darkest side.
Lyra warned him softly, "If you keep going like this, you will lose yourself."
He knew she was right.
He had to control these powers, not let them control him.
Sudden Attack
Suddenly, the small fortress where they hid was assaulted by combined forces from two kingdoms.
Explosions and screams echoed through the night.
Karkon led the defense, while Roky felt the third seal inside him begin to stir—an unknown power he had yet to command.
A Difficult Choice
He had to decide: flee to save his friends, or fight with all his might and awaken the third seal that could change everything.
His eyes met his comrades', all willing to risk their lives alongside him.
With firm resolve, he chose to fight.
Chapter 9: The Awakening of the Third Seal
The night sky rumbled once more, alive with the fury of a world on the brink.
Our fortress trembled under relentless waves of magic and steel.
The air crackled with tension as the forces of the Nine Blood Alliance stormed in, their rage unyielding.
The Third Seal Calls
A violent shudder shook my body as an unfamiliar vibration pulsed from deep within my soul.
The third seal—the blood of the Nephilim, a race born from the union of sky and earth—had begun to awaken.
The power coursed through me, unlike anything I had felt before.
Not just fire or shadow, but a shimmering blue aura that wrapped me in a shield of pure energy, a protective light that both warmed and weighed heavy on my spirit.
It was a burden and a blessing all at once.
I could feel the weight of the world pressing down, but also a strength I never thought I'd possess.
Battle at the Fortress
I raised my hands, summoning the dark flames and shadows swirling at my command.
Then, with a fierce will, I merged them with the radiant blue energy of the third seal.
The explosion of power was deafening—obliterating the horde of enemy soldiers rushing toward us.
Around me, Lyra, Karkon, and Evan fought fiercely, defending every inch of our sanctuary with unwavering resolve.
But the enemy pressed on without mercy, relentless as the storm itself.
They didn't know when to give up, nor would they.
Confrontation with the Alliance Commander
Amid the chaos, a towering figure emerged.
General Malgor—the ruthless commander of the combined forces—strode forward, his sword blazing with an eerie light, his eyes burning with unyielding hatred.
"You think you can defeat nine kingdoms alone?" he bellowed, voice echoing like thunder.
I lifted my sword, now glowing with a mixture of dark and blue light, steady and unafraid.
"We are not just nine kingdoms. I am the union of them all. I am the future."
The Seal's Cataclysmic Release
Our clash erupted into a cataclysm of energy, a torrent of power unleashed as I fully awakened the third seal.
A massive wave of light and shadow tore across the battlefield, splitting the night sky with blinding flashes of fire, darkness, and ethereal blue radiance.
The enemy ranks faltered, stunned by the raw force they had never witnessed before.
They retreated, their morale shattered under the weight of my awakening.
Turning Point
As the dust settled, I stood amidst the ruins, my body heavy yet my spirit soaring.
I could feel the power within me, immense but precarious.
The real battle was only just beginning.
The Nine Blood Alliance would not stop hunting me.
And I could never return to the world I once knew.
I am Roky, the Uniter.
The bringer of change.
— End of Arc 1: The Awakening of the Uniter —