"The dead don't stay buried—they claw their way back, hungrier than before." – Void Prophet
The Scions rise from the abyss, but the world they knew is now a graveyard of horror.
The 2-year timeskip ended with a blinding crack in the sky, the siblings hurled back to their original realms in Eryndor, their bodies scarred and sigils glowing with divine fury. Isolated and unaware of each other's survival, they awoke in their family homes, the system's golden notification popping up in their inventories: "Return initiated. You will see each other soon. Prepare for the final convergence." The system spoke to Kain as a live person, its voice echoing with a metallic hum in his mind, "Kain, Scion of Pride, your siblings live. The betrayal awaits—unite, or perish." Kain gasped, the effects rippling through him like electric shocks, his sigil flaring. Ages advanced—Kain 13, Vespera 13, Lyric 3, Zynia 8, Isolde 3, Sablon 8—their powers intensified, but the horror began.
Kain's POV
Kain awoke in the royal palace of Ashenreach, his muscular frame aching, black hair matted with sweat. His family—King Torvald, stern with a scarred face, Queen Lysara, her golden hair grayed with worry, brother Prince Rhydan, lanky and jealous, sisters Princess Elara, delicate with violet eyes, and Lady Seris, cunning with raven hair—stared in horror. "He's undead!" Torvald bellowed, his voice trembling in the opulent hall of lava-lit thrones. Lysara whispered, "Our son… a frozen ghost?" A wave of fury crashed over Kain—How dare they call me dead after all I've endured?—mixed with a bitter sadness that his own blood saw him as a monster. He sat up, "Fuck, I'm alive, you idiots!" but they recoiled, believing him a ghost. Sent on a mission to scout the borders, he entered a warped dimension, meeting a distorted Kain from another timeline—hulking, eyes mad, roaring, "You're the failure!" The fight erupted, the mirror Kain's Distorted Dominion shattering stone. Kain parried, his Grimscale Drake spitting Icy Maw, but the mirror countered with a twisted blast, slicing his arm, blood gushing. Tension rose as hallucinations of dead siblings flashed—They're gone?—desperation surging. He unleashed Dominion Apex, a golden storm ripping the mirror's chest, guts spilling. The system hummed, "Insight: Your divine self was forged in betrayal." The dimension collapsed, teleporting him back.
Vespera's POV
Vespera materialized in Bloodspire's fortified keep, her athletic frame bruised, raven hair disheveled. Warlord Gavric, towering brute, High Matron Veyra, cold gaze piercing, brother Captain Thane, stern with broken nose, sisters Lieutenant Mara, fierce with blade scar, and Scout Lirien, silent with haunted eyes—gasped. "The undead walks!" Gavric thundered, his lifestyle of conquest now shadowed by fear. Veyra prayed, "Our daughter… a frozen ghost?" Vespera snarled, "I'm no fucking ghost!" but they chained her for exorcism, a spell nearly banishing her soul into a void, her scream echoing as it faded. On a mission to raid a camp, she entered a psychic rift, facing a distorted Vespera—molten eyes, whispering, "You let them die." The fight intensified, the mirror's Corrupted Wrath blasting flames, scorching her skin, blood blistering. Vespera cast Inferno Wrath, flames clashing, but the mirror absorbed it, countering with a siphon that drained her strength. The mirror laughed, landing a final blow that scarred her chest with a festering, unhealing gash—I failed them!—before the system intervened, teleporting her back with a golden flash, saving her. Insight flashed: Divine self hidden in fury.
Lyric's POV
Lyric appeared in Wraithshade's slum, her petite frame trembling, blonde curls tangled. Parents Marta, gaunt with sunken cheeks, Jorin, stooped laborer, brother Torm, scruffy with sly grin, sisters Rhea, timid with matted hair, and Sela, wild with scarred knees—screamed. "The child is undead!" Marta wailed, their impoverished lifestyle amplifying fear. Jorin muttered, "Risen from the dead?" Lyric giggled, "Fun time, dummies!" but they called a priest for exorcism, the spell freezing her. On a scavenging mission, she entered a chaotic void, meeting a distorted Lyric—tendrils writhing, cackling, "You failed them." The fight was brutal, the mirror's Chaos Vortex twisting her leg, bone cracking. Lyric sang Harmonic Shriek, a sonic wave shattering its form, gore exploding. Tension rose with Sablon's hallucination—Dead?—but she unleashed Chaos Eternity, obliterating it. Insight: Divine self in laughter. Teleport back.
Zynia's POV
Zynia awoke in Ironfall's trench, her sturdy frame bloodied, red hair singed. Parents Kael, weathered farmer with limp, Tilda, hollow-eyed widow, brother Dren, wiry with bruised face, sisters Ysmera, frail with trembling hands, and Vara, fierce scavenger with chipped tooth—recoiled. "Our girl's a monster!" Kael whispered, their hardscrabble life filled with dread. Tilda cried, "Undead curse!" Zynia spat, "I'm alive, you fools!" but they feared her. On a reconnaissance mission, she entered a fury rift, facing a distorted Zynia—lava-veined, roaring, "You let Kain die." The fight raged, the mirror's Fury's Eruption blasting her, ribs cracking, blood gushing. Zynia cast Fury's Blaze, scorching its face, then unleashed Fury's Ember Pulse, vaporizing it. Insight: Divine self in protection. Teleport back.
Isolde's POV
Isolde materialized in Crystalhollow's cavern, her slender frame shaking, silver hair flowing. Parents Eldrin, gaunt priest with scarred throat, Mirra, frail healer with trembling hands, brother Fen, quiet with hollow eyes, sisters Liora, shy with pale skin, and Nia, restless with twitching fingers—gasped. "The baby's a wraith!" Eldrin prayed, their superstitious lifestyle terrified. Mirra whispered, "Risen from the dead?" Isolde wailed, "Not dead!" but they prepared an exorcism spell, nearly banishing her. On a scouting mission, she entered an envy void, meeting a distorted Isolde—green-sores oozing, claws elongating. The fight was vicious, the mirror's Envy's Grasp draining her, blood seeping. The mirror overwhelmed her, its claws raking a scar across her face that pulsed with dark energy—I'm too weak!—but the system's golden light saved her, teleporting her back. Insight: Divine self in shadows.
Sablon's POV
Sablon appeared in Velvet Quarter's tent, his lean frame aching, dark hair tousled. Parents Lord Voren, portly with greedy grin, Lady Syris, perfumed with cold eyes, brother Kaelin, sly with oiled hair, sisters Taryn, flirtatious with painted lips, and Lysa, calculating with sharp gaze—stared in awe and horror. "Our boy's a revenant!" Voren muttered, their decadent lifestyle shadowed by fear. Syris gasped, "Undead aura!" Sablon laughed, "I'm back, assholes!" but they whispered of exorcism. On a trade mission, he entered a lust rift, facing a distorted Sablon—tentacled, slime-veined, leering. The fight exploded, the mirror's Lust's Dominion crushing his chest, blood gushing. Sablon cast Lust's Allure, whips tearing its form, then decapitated it, head rolling in gore. Insight: Divine self in seduction. Teleport back.
Author View (Third-Person)
The siblings, reunited in their realms, faced family horror and awe, some marked undead, a spell nearly exorcising Vespera's "curse." The system's golden voice hummed to Kain, "You will see each other soon—unite, or face the ultimate horror." A notification appeared: "Final convergence approaches. Prepare for the reckoning." The siblings set out on separate missions, the system guiding them toward reunion, but the horrors of isolation lingered. A shadowed figure loomed—a demonic entity with burning eyes—its presence hinting at the betrayer teased earlier, its cackle promising a feast on their tortured souls.
The mysterious watcher cackled, "I see their power festering—soon the one who betrayed them will choke on their hollow revenge, and when they do, I'll feast on their tortured flesh, you vile maggots."