The world of Ignar,a massive realm housing multiple races and composed of seven colossal continents. A place of power and wonder.
Among them, the largest landmass, the United Federation, was preparing for one of its most anticipated events of the year: the Law Bound, also known as the Party Assembly locally. Not just the Federation but the whole world whole world was preparing for this.
Each year, on a fixed day, the World Laws enact an unbreakable decree: six individuals are bound together for life to form a party, destined to grow stronger and defend the world against the ever-encroaching demonic forces. It is not a choice. It is a fate sealed by cosmic order.
The World Laws Bind six individuals whole will turn 18 next year at the end of the current year. The binding is random. But the arrangement is not. Individuals personality, location, race can vary but their power and talents match the other party members.
At the heart of the Federation, in the bustling City of Delmar, excitement buzzed throughout a particular school.
It was nothing special—neither known for academic excellence nor prestigious heritage. One of thousands in Delmar, it was extremely average. But this year…something, was different.
This year, five girls—the Five Flowers of the younger generation—attended this very school. Renowned across the Federation for their celestial beauty and talent, they were all best friends.
They were also the reason for the anticipation. Everyone had one question, who will team up with these Heavenly Fairies?
But The question on everyone's mind was: why this school?
The answer was both simple and baffling—they hailed from distinguished houses, yet chose this unremarkable place to "experience common life" before joining the Academy.
Their presence alone transformed the school's mundane reputation into something mythical. And where the Flowers went, admirers followed.
Along with them came the Federation's most handsome young men, hoping to impress the girls and gain their favor.
Because of them, the school's morning entrance resembled a heated battlefield, even in the dead of winter. Students swarmed the gates, gathered in droves, hoping for just a glimpse.
The boys came for the Flowers. The girls came for their idols—seven impossibly attractive young men who belonged to an elite idol group and made frequent public appearances, despite also being from noble families. Everyone was thrilled.
Everyone… except one.
On the third floor, seated in the front row by the window, a lone student stared out with quiet irritation.
Arcurus Dragonis Xevrion.
Xevrion, a fallen royalty. But still one. Though nobody knows about it. He goes by the name, Arcurus Solmar. A naked name in the public eyes because it doesn't specify which race he is from. But people around this city didn't have much time before and doesn't have now either.
Arcurus gazed at the throngs of students packed tightly by the front gates. They had already been waiting for fifteen minutes, even though there was still an hour and a half until the arrival of the Five Flowers and the Seven Idols.
Early birds fighting for the best view, hoping to stand close to the path, to witness Federation royalty up close.
Even students who normally skipped class came without fail on days like this. The once-apathetic were now punctual, and the punctual ones arrived before dawn. It was a frenzy—a hunt. Wolves circling their prey.
Arcurus shifted in his seat and sighed deeply. He pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes, already weary before the day had even begun.
'Why did they have to pick this school? Do they have no better choice? If they wanted to experience common life, just go to slums or something. Why here? I'm starting to feel like they came here to sabotage my peace. Gosh. Every day is so chaotic.'
Arcurus complained inwardly, knowing full well he couldn't say such things aloud. Doing so would immediately make him public enemy number one.
His long bangs and sagging glasses obscured most of his face, particularly his eyes. But if one looked closely… they might catch a glimpse of the forbidden hues—a mesmerizing blend of blue, red, and green, colors too vivid and ethereal to be natural. Eyes that could stop time with a glance.
He didn't wear glasses to hide them—well, not entirely. He genuinely had vision problems. Without his magically enchanted lenses, the world around him became nothing more than a blurry mess of motion and light.
But there was more to him than met the eye. Far more. Valvate Eastern Delmar High School. The campus stretched ten kilometers in diameter, a medium-sized school by Federation standards — yet far more peculiar in design.
From above, it looked like a colossal jade disc tucked in the valley of Eastern Delmar. Trees wove through its courtyards, their roots mingling with crystalline conduits that carried natural energy into the air.
A soft, translucent dome blanketed the entire campus — humming with protective enchantments, filtering the snow outside into a warm, springlike glow within.
The result: birds still chirped, grass remained lush, and students ran around in thin blazers even in the dead of winter. A paradise in disguise — or, for Arcurus, a prison of noise and hormonal warfare.
The time ticked by as Arcurus strolled toward the vending machine tucked in the farthest corner of the school — a rarely used path near the maintenance sheds. The early hour kept most students away. He had arrived early, as usual, avoiding the approaching storm. And as for walking through the crowd?
Out of the question.
There was still some time before the celebrities arrived. The Five Flowers came at 8:30 sharp, like divine royalty on a celestial schedule. And as if choreographed by fate itself, the Seven Idols always arrived fifteen minutes early, like knights preparing their positions before a queen's entrance.
The girls exploded every time that happened. It was never subtle. They didn't just show up — they descended.
'Idols, my ass, They're just a bunch of horny dogs running after high-level pussys. Fucking perverts. And there's even one from a royal family… Where has the world fallen.'
Arcurus thought bitterly, sipping the lukewarm can of milk tea.
With quiet disgust, he made his way back to class — 2-C, his sanctuary. Or, rather, the least unbearable space on campus.
Fortunately for him (and unfortunately for his classmates), none of the chaotic personnel were in his class. They were all crammed into 2-D, right next door — likely by the administration's design to milk publicity from concentrated star power.
He sat on his usual chair by the window, leaned his elbow on the desk, and stared out with a blank expression.
8:14.
Almost time.
'Here comes the horny bunch.'
From his vantage point, he saw the crowd shift and scream — the tremble in the crowd's body language told him the moment had arrived. Students, mostly girls, surged toward the front gate, foam signs and glow charms waving in the air like war banners.
The hover car that arrived gleamed with an Aetherion royal crest, gold filigree wrapping its black frame. Its engine hummed like a dragon purring in sleep. And then the door hissed open.
A tall boy stepped out first, his silver hair catching the light like fractured starlight. His eyes shimmered with hues that didn't belong in this dimension — more art than biology. His posture was regal, chin lifted just enough to spark obsession but not arrogance. Starlight Dragonis Aetherion was his name.
"Kyaa!!Light!! Please look at me!!"
The scream was deafening. Girls jumped, squealed, one even fainted.
The second to exit was his polar opposite. Nightshade Nocturn Dravenhart. Black hair slicked back, blood-red eyes half-lidded, as if nothing on this plane deserved his full attention. His long coat swayed like a shadow crawling from the abyss on top of his school uniform.
"Shade!! Please let me have your babies!"
'Rather then taking his blood into your womb, put your blood in his mouth instead, I think he will be happier... but wait, now that I think about it... what is sperms are made from? Blood? Or something else? ...Huh, I have no idea. I should have focused on my studies more.'
As Arcurus was contemplating ehat was sperms made from, A chorus of dreamy sighs followed.
Next came a burst of kinetic chaos — shirt half-unbuttoned, muscles barely restrained by fabric, tattoos spiraling like fangs up his neck. Blazefang Beastkin Cindergale, he stretched like a lion waking from slumber and grinned like he knew they wanted him to bite.
"Look at me and burn me under you Blaze!!"
Following him was elegance made flesh. Stormveil Elvarin Vaelstrom. School uniform fluttering softly, long hair tied in a half-braid, every step measured, calm, powerful. He glanced at the crowd and gave a small nod — causing a mini heart attack in five girls.
"Storm I love you!!"
Then came sunshine incarnate. Moonflare Terranox Ebonvale. A boy with golden curls and glowing skin practically danced out of the car, laughing like he'd just heard a great joke from the gods. He winked at a group of underclassmen. Three of them collapsed.
"Kyaa!! I'm gonna faint!"
The sixth to emerge was Sunblade Draconir Solvyris sword-shaped earrings glittering at his ears. His stride screamed confidence, arrogance perhaps, but also clarity. He radiated the sun's steady heat.
"I love you!!"
Last, the one no one heard arrive. Voidstar Duskborn Raventhorn. A ripple in the air — black hair falling like ink, eyes distant and full of gravity. He didn't look at anyone. He didn't need to.
"Void!! Please look down on me!!"
'These girls are nuts! Are they sure they are in their right minds? How can they such cringy stuff with such pride. Those good men on the Internet were right. You just need to be a good guy for a girl to hate you. I should stay away from them as far as possible. '
Arcurus leaned back, unimpressed.
'Why don't they just form their own harem and leave already... wait, they're probably hoping for the main course.'
He slid his glasses slightly down his nose and looked at the time again.
'What life...'
===
Arcurus looked at the phone and saw it was Time.
8:30 AM, to be exact.
The reinforced dome overhead shimmered faintly, reflecting the soft golden hue of early morning light.
A faint breeze swirled within the temperature-regulated atmosphere, brushing against the leaves of carefully placed decorative trees that lined the marble pathway leading to the school's main gates.
'Here comes another round of nuisance. Sigh~. I didn't sign up for this.'
The crowd was suffocating. A mass of bodies pressed together in anticipation, breaths held, cameras ready. The girls screamed their lungs out, voices blending in a chaotic choir.
The seven idols stood at the foot of the main staircase like celestial beings. Their uniforms pristine, hair windswept just right — not by accident but by perfection. Smiles rehearsed. Postures honed. They drank in the attention like thirsty flowers basking in sunlight.
Then… A shift.
It was subtle, like the sky darkening a minute before a storm. The gates of Valvate Eastern Delmar High slid open with a slow, deliberate hiss.
All noise died. And then they appeared, The Five Flowers.
At the front — an iceberg in motion — Lilith Nocturna Valemire. Her silver-white hair cascaded to her knees like a waterfall frozen mid-fall. Her crimson eyes were devoid of light, detached, glacial. She didn't walk. She glided. And as she passed the cheering crowd, not a single eye could look away — not from admiration, but fear.
Beside her to the left was Sylra Elvarin Moonshade, the elven flower. Golden hair tied in a loose braid over one shoulder, blue eyes deep as forest lakes, and an aura that calmed hearts. Her steps were gentle, her gaze distant — like she existed in another world entirely.
To Lilith's right was Kaida Dragonis Emberveil, the pink-haired destruction dragon. Mischief danced in her violet eyes, and her tail twitched slightly with every step. She licked her lips as if bored already, already planning how to burn away her day's boredom — possibly with violence.
Next came Aria Terranox Dawncrest, the human beacon. Platinum-blonde hair framed a face of fierce pride and purpose.
Her golden eyes didn't dart around — they scanned, like a lioness judging if the field held prey worth her time. Her strides held military rhythm — she had trained for war, not fanfare.
And last was Nix Felari Whisperclaw, the shadow-footed catwoman. Her jet-black hair was tied in a high tail. Her feline blue eyes flicked lazily over the crowd. She walked as if she were dancing — not to please others, but because it pleased her.
The five walked as one — a formation unintentionally regal.
Heavenly, untouchable beasties. And mostly terrifying.
Arcurus watched it all unfold from his third-floor perch in Class 2-C. One leg on the chair, the other hanging loose. He leaned an elbow on the windowsill, resting his chin on his palm. His glasses slid slightly, and he didn't bother fixing them.
'They were here. All five. I wish one of them disappears and the world is in chaos living me alone. I'm walking on egg shell every fucking day because of them. God knows when they might notice me. Especially that dragon bitch.
I need to stay away from her as much as possible. She is a threat to my peace. All I need to do is not get in trouble, get married, have lots of children and try save my dieing race. It will be only me and my wife. '
A low hmph of determination escaped from his nostrils.
He couldn't hear what was being said. But he could guess. Easily, judging by the reactions it wasn't something good. He was now kind of regretting not being there to watch those smug faces crumble.
At the entrance.
Starlight stepped forward, chest puffed out, lips parting. He didn't get the chance.
Lilith's voice sliced the air like a blade dipped in venom:
"Silence, you juice-leaking lizard. I have tolerated your shenanigans enough. If I ever find any of you in the entrance by the time I arrive... mark my words, that day will mark the end of your whole lineage."
There was no tremor in her voice.
Only certainty.
The six idols behind Starlight took a full step back. Even Voidstar, the shadow-born enigma, looked momentarily pale. They didn't doubt her words. Not even for a moment.
Why would they? The Valemire bloodline didn't make threats.
They made history — often by erasing others from it. Arcurus blinked slowly. His mouth opened slightly, his hand rising to cover it in mock shock.
'Wuia~, wuia~. What is this? I thought these bitchs liked the attention. But looks like I was wrong.'
He didn't hear what she said, he just saw her giving a venous look, moving her mouth and moving on.
Kaida didn't even flinch. She twirled a lollipop between her fingers, giggling at the scene like it was a joke only she understood.
Sylra's expression didn't change — but her eyes darted to Lilith, checking her breathing, her posture. An unspoken elven language — concern disguised as stillness.
Aria just exhaled, muttering something under her breath that looked suspiciously like " what pissed her this time?" And Nix… Nix yawned.
Lilith walked past the stunned boys without sparing another glance, her eyes already elsewhere. Her footsteps echoed louder than the crowd's silence.
The seven idols stood frozen.
Outmatched. Outclassed. Outplayed. Arcurus leaned back in his seat, arms behind his head now.
'Looks like someone finally leashed the horn dogs.'
He glanced at his phone.
8:32.
'Will there be some peace after tomorrow? But what is this forbeing feeling that my life is about turn up side down in just few moments?'
Arcurus felt chill just thinking about it.