LENTYRA,
The Light Kingdom,
King Damian sat on the throne, his eyes were closed in concentration, and his mind was far away as he tried to sense the soul of his mother. It had been chaos after his mother's death; the rainbow-colored pearl had vanished from the sky chamber, and the vessel guarding the soul of the witch had broken.
The investigation had revealed nothing meaningful except that the witch had been caught by Piratian slave traders.
Damian knew that without the pearl, he wouldn't be able to find the shadow responsible for his mother's death. All Lents were gifted immortality on their tenth birthday, and his mother, the first Queen of Lentyra, was no exception. For centuries, his mother had lived as the Queen of Lentyra; she would have lived some more and handed the throne over to him after her 700th birthday, only if that shadow hadn't found a way to break the core of the Queen.
What puzzled him was how the shadow had figured out the queen's weak spot. Lent royalty were destined to be immortal and couldn't be killed by anyone. This was only possible when their pearls were either broken or consumed.
The heavy metal doors of the throne room were thrown open, and a Trollan general strode in.
King Damian regarded the armored soldier named Abyss standing at attention in his presence. The man's face was void of expression and emotion, his eyes were a fiery red, and he was clad in red plaited armor with swords crossed on his back instead of by his side.
This was the regalia of every Trollan soldier of the kingdom. The reason being that the substance used to create the Trollan sword was made from the tears of the Mallanians, and it was stored underneath the castle secret passageways to keep it safe from rogue Piratians seeking a source of power.
The Mallannian tears grew stronger when left in storage for years, and as they were now becoming extinct, the tears were used to create the weapons of generals instead of lower-ranked soldiers. The armor was red, as it was made from the Trollan dragon scales. It made it easier for their sword to transform with them when they shifted to their dragon form.
"Any news about my mother's soul?" "None, Sire," the man answered. Damian sighed; he contemplated that it would be difficult to find the person responsible for consuming the Queen immortal soul, as such powers had been regarded as extinct since the time of the Mallanians fall. " What of my siblings? Do they show any signs of growth? "He asked.
"None, my liege. The celestial in charge of both Lady Creo and Matid endowed them with the gift of healing, and yet, they remain as though they were children of eleven," he reported, regrettably.
The silence in the room was deafening as the general waited patiently for the king's command. Damian stood up from the throne and walked down towards Abyss. The touch of the king's hands on his shoulder did not startle Abyss; all he did was raise his head as the king addressed him directly to his face.
"Unfortunately, I find such news a show of your incompetence; the fact that a celestial had to bestow the gift of healing upon those girls goes to show your division's diminished powers," he said. Abyss's face remained stony as the king continued to insult him.
This wasn't new to him; from the King's birth to his growth, Abyss had been assigned to him, as he had been the first prince to be born of a Lent Queen and Trollan guard. Normally, Lentys were only allowed to marry ancient warriors during the Mallanians reign, but after the coup that had ended their reign.
Stria, the first official queen of Lentyra, had defied all expectations of her division and married into the Trollans division. Ever since the young prince had received immortality, he made known to Abyss his hatred for his mixed blood. He likened Trollan blood to the blood of sea serpents, as they were called by gossipers and merchants. He had hated the fact that he had to wait for a hundred years before he could rule on the throne. Worst of all, he never forgave his mother for entrusting him to a person from the Trollan division. All this and more, he made the soldier aware of from the time he was commanded to guard him. Following the tradition of old from the Mallanians time, since the prince had no spouse like his mother and father, he had no choice but to feed a pint of his blood to Abyss after receiving the gift of immortality. This was to ensure that their family's trusted soldiers could live as immortals for centuries, as all other divisions were mortal beings that encountered death. The soldiers fed a pint of Immortal Lent's blood could only die when their sustainer died, which all considered impossible because of their immortality—that is, until now. Damian tightened his grip on Abyss shoulders and whispered in his ears.
"I don't mind what form you have to take or power you use; find that pearl, you understand? "He whispered.
Abyss answer was to nod his head in affirmation. Damian released his shoulders and dismissed him with a move of his hand, then he went back up to sit on the throne.
Amaxi,
Three hours ago,
Chamber of Friction,
The chamber lay shrouded in an eerie, pulsating darkness, as if the very walls were alive and breathing. The air was heavy with an ancient, primordial scent, reminiscent of damp earth and forgotten tombs. Flickering torches cast twisted shadows on the stone walls, making it seem like the darkness itself was in constant motion.
As the overlord entered the chamber, the atmosphere grew thick with anticipation. The beast, a monstrous entity born from the seed of the overlord and Anastasia, loomed before him. Its five heads towered above, each one a grotesque parody of life, with the middle head's clear blue eyes gleaming like a still lake on a summer's day. The glowing red pearl on its forehead pulsed with an otherworldly energy, casting an unsettling glow on the surrounding shadows—a reminder of the sealed Beast Pearl that had given it life.
The beast, with its body of a dragon and mouth of a lion, was a twisted reflection of its parents' power. Its presence was both mesmerizing and terrifying, its sheer scale and power radiating an aura of malevolent dominance. As the overlord approached, the beast spoke in a voice that rumbled like thunder, calling the man "father." The sound sent shivers down the spine, a primal reverberation that spoke to something ancient and deeply buried within.
The overlord, a figure of immense power and authority, bowed his head in a gesture of deference, acknowledging the beast's supremacy. The air seemed to vibrate with the weight of their shared history, the unspoken bond between creator and creation.
The overlord raised his head and began to speak to the beast, his focus on the beast pearl.
"Isn't he beautiful, my beloved?"
Draco,
"Our child, feared by the very people that cast us aside to attain power. "
Let's create a new world.
(Laughter)
"A new group of lighters has been acquired, my love," he said. "They're going to be our shadows, our seeds, and Damons," he added.
His face was covered with a veil, as his presence always provoked a response from Anastasia consciousness.
He could still hear her voice; his Anastasia haunted him every single second. What they faced was always at the forefront of his mind.
The hatred in his heart could not be quenched as he remembered the memory of his now sealed beloved.
"Everything is going as planned. I will create a perfect Shadow that can completely host you whole."
Draco, let's create a new world .
"I will create a new world for us." He stood up as his beast tendrils began to gather near him. The man pulled all his power close to him.
Today had been a bad day for him; not only had he received the news that the late Queen Soul had been absorbed, but also that her son had become the King of LENTYRA. He looked at the Beast-sealed pearl. Yes, it was moving too fast, but he was rest assured that his plans would come to pass.
The beast trembling disrupted his musings, and he used clairvoyance to find out the number rank of each child in the hall.
Three hours later
Present time
Beautiful,
That was one word that Eleonor would use to describe the cloaked man guarded by an impenetrable entourage of shadows.
He looked young, and his skin was translucent like the vampire of old, which swelled in the old kingdom of Mallanian.
Her Altma core had recovered its strength and changed her appearance to that of a Normie. She saw the boy she comforted earlier, Lator, search the room for her but couldn't call out to him as she would rather not uncover her identity.
"Line them up," the cloaked man commanded. Suddenly, Damons fell from the ceiling and began to drive scared children pasted to the wall closer to the other children. They put them in a horizontal line facing the overlord, and one of the Damons shouted out in a croaked voice.
"Five hundred Normies, three hundred Trollans, a hundred mixed Trollans, and eight hundred Lighters. " He gave his report.
"This is nowhere close to the amount I commanded you to get," the overlord replied after a minute of getting their report. A dark-skinned woman from the entourage of shadows drew closer to him and whispered something into his ears. There was a five-minute silence as everyone waited in bated breath for his reply.
The man remained quiet after the woman respectfully stepped away from him; his face was emotionless, and his eyes were like icy flints as he surveyed the group of terrified children waiting on bated breath.
"I sense none" was all he said,
A five-year-old girl released a broken sob. "I want my mommy," she wailed as she tried to wipe away her tears. "I need to go home." The man looked at her, and suddenly everywhere became silent as everyone watched in horror as the girl's pearl burst out of her heart and she dropped dead.
Then there was pandemonium.