The Army of Order was famously known to have five distinct forces, each commanded by one of four personal generals who served as the Auxcast to the Brave Hero of Judgment and Order, Matthew Roseblade. These forces were the Heavenly Soldiers under Heavenly General Ling, the Hammer of Verdict under Grand Warlord Lie, the Thousandfold March under Grand Tactician Elara, the Valkyries under Valkyrie Queen Astrid, and the Elite led by Matthew himself. This was the history everyone knew.
But the truth—now resurfacing—was different. Matthew Roseblade had five Auxcast, not four. And Valkyrie Queen Astrid Roseblade was never one of them. She only ascended to that rank after two of the original Auxcast were lost in the War of Judgment and Order. It was eight years into the war, on Apollo 12 of the 8th year of the 12th cycle, when the general commanding the Elite died during her evolution. Exactly one hundred years later, on the same day, the former Valkyrie Queen perished in battle.
A month before the late Duke Jonathan Roseblade and his wife, Ellen Daphne Roseblade, retired from their adventurous lives to officially take over as duke and duchess from Viscount Phreras, they found themselves in Avalon on the Velea Continent, a kingdom notorious for its slave trade. During their time there, they encountered a teenage elf of the Bronze family lineage. This elven lineage was primarily known for its negative aspects: being shy, timid, and possessing a fragile will and spirit. The positive aspect, marked by a strong will and unbreakable spirit, appeared in only one in ten thousand, and the rare combination of both in only one in a million. The girl they found was of this extraordinary positive aspect. Jonathan and Ellen were immediately captivated by her powerful spirit and bought her. She had no name, so after some thought, Jonathan named her Veyriss Thalyndra. "Veyriss" was a tribute to her defiant will and unbreakable spirit, while "Thalyndra" was the name of the primordial family lineage to which she belonged.
A year after Jonathan and Ellen had purchased Veyriss and assumed their titles as Duke and Duchess, the long-awaited joy of a new life finally arrived—Ellen was pregnant after decades of waiting. Sixteen-year-old Veyriss was overjoyed at the news, but her happiness was soon tempered by a growing fear for the unborn child's safety. One evening, unable to suppress her worry, she approached her foster father and, with a voice that carried the weight of her unbreakable will, begged him to teach her the sword. Her request was not for herself, but for the family she had come to love and for the sibling she had yet to meet. Jonathan initially refused, telling her that she was meant to be a daughter, not a weapon, and that protecting the family was his duty, not hers. But Veyriss's conviction burned too brightly to be ignored, and her determination was unshakeable. Seeing the truth in her spirit, Jonathan relented and agreed to train her, not as a slave forced into duty, but as a daughter who had chosen her own path.
It took Veyriss only two weeks to go from a beginner to an apprentice swordsman, a feat that surpassed anything Jonathan had ever witnessed. Part of her progress could be attributed to the limitless potential, talent, and innate weapon mastery that came with the positive aspect of her Bronze family lineage. But even that didn't fully explain her rapid growth. In the entire history of the Thalyndra lineage, no one with a positive aspect had ever shown such swift advancement. Her incredible speed was a testament to both her lineage's gifts and her own boundless talent and potential.
In the Divine Realm, home of the angel race, a teenage angel with jet-black wings was being cast out. The seven primordial angels—known as the Aetherions—were born from the Urkind Spirit of Light and, in turn, shaped pure light energy into the first fourteen angels. These fourteen intermarried and had children, who in turn had children, gradually populating the Divine Realm. Though their bodies evolved from colorless to colored, their wings remained white, and all shades of white came to be seen as sacred. This tradition would prove disastrous. Centuries of interbreeding, combined with the refusal to accept outsiders or those with mixed blood, led to wing deformities—subtle shifts in shade that marked the beginning of the angels' downfall.
Centuries came and went as the angels interbred, bearing children whose wings displayed a dizzying array of white shades, until one day disaster struck. A couple, first cousins with whitish-grey wings, had a child. The boy was born colorless, with vibrant blue hair and eyes, like any of the twenty-six races created by the Dragon God. The custom, however, was to wait two years for the child's wing bones to develop and undergo their first shedding before naming them, with the color of their feathers in mind. When they finally did, the feathers on the boy's wings were not any shade of white, but a pure, beautiful grey.
To the angels and his own parents, he was the ugliest thing in existence—an abomination that should never exist. Yet, a fundamental law of their kind prevented angels from killing angel-kind, to be exact, blood relatives, without just cause; to do so would invite devils and demons to hunt them down. So, the child was cast into a desolate continental plane to die, given the name Neva Nocthra—Neva meaning "not of us," and Nocthra, "a fallen." In the same year, four more like him were born, and all were given the name Nocthra.
This was just the beginning, for in every generation, five Nocthra were born, and their numbers kept increasing, slowly but steadily.
Centuries passed, and the number of Nocthra—individuals born with wings that were not a shade of white—steadily increased. Then, a new and horrifying color emerged among the angels, one so reviled that even the Nocthra themselves shunned it, exiling the bearer to the most barren regions of their continental plane.
This was the first princess of the Luminous Empire, a royal family celebrated for having some of the few remaining pure, pristine white wings in the Divine Realm. The joy of her birth quickly turned to disaster two years later, after her first shedding. The feathers that grew were not any shade of white, but a beautiful, jet black—a color so repulsive to the angels that it was deemed worse than an abomination, far surpassing the infamous grey of the first Nocthra. Even the Nocthra, a people of outcasts, feared her.
They named her Morvanyth Nocthra, meaning death-bringer at twilight. Thus, her full title, The Fallen Death-Bringer at Twilight, became a symbol of what she represented to the angel race. Forced to mature quickly by her brutal upbringing, she survived on scraps, refuse, and by hunting monsters and mana beasts. By the age of ten—far earlier than the usual fifteen or more—she underwent her first natural evolution. Yet she did not emerge with a primordial's colour, but remained colourless, her golden hair and blue eyes unchanged from birth. This was because her relentless survivalist spirit was unlike any found among the seven Aetherions.
But the angels saw none of that.
To them, she was not a child who had defied death, nor a being outside all primordial lineages. She was a death-bringer—one who needed no family lineage, for by the time she was finished, there would be nothing left.
As her power grew, Morvanyth became a source of escalating fear for both angels and Nocthras. This shared fear drove the two groups to form a temporary alliance with a single goal: to do away with the thorn in their side. At the age of fourteen, Morvanyth was confronted by a group of the strongest guardian angels and Nocthras. Their battle raged for three days and nights until she was finally subdued. They then placed a divine seal upon her, a mark that would prevent her from ever returning, and immediately banished her from the Divine Realm to the central plane. She landed on the planet Azure, on the Tensen Continent, and from that day forward, she began her new life there.