Stormbreaker drifted under a crimson sunset, the sea calm yet tingling with the energy of Awakened power. On deck, Kael Stormheart leaned against the helm, half-dragon form coiled, sword faintly crackling with electricity. He gestured to his crew. "We've fought together, bled together, and laughed like fools… now, tell me your stories. I want to know the legends behind my companions."
Necroptor hovered dramatically, runes blazing, skeletal hands flailing like a conductor in a cosmic symphony. "Ha! Finally! A stage worthy of my grandeur! Listen, peasants, for I am NECROPTOR, the Undying Conqueror, the Celestial Pyramid of Doom! Born in the forgotten crypts of the Eternal Abyss, I alone survived the collapse of the Undying Legion, outwitted gods, and toppled empires with nothing but sheer brilliance… and impeccable style! No battlefield, no tavern, no celestial council escaped my wrath!" He paused to twirl mid-air, nearly toppling over. "And now… behold! I serve a true Demon Lord, whose thunderous glory I shall magnify tenfold! All shall kneel!"
Kael raised an eyebrow, partially amused, partially impressed. "You really do make every story… a performance."
Ylva Frostveil stepped forward, frost curling around her hair, eyes glowing like ice reflecting a storm. "I am Ylva Frostveil," she said, voice calm but sharp. "Born in the northern glaciers, daughter of the Ice Seer clan. They trained me to manipulate frost with precision, to strike fear into hearts with silence, and to survive when even the mountains themselves crumble. I learned discipline, observation, and patience… yet I craved freedom. Power alone was never enough. I wanted purpose. I wanted adventure." She gestured toward Kael. "And now, I have both. And him."
Loki floated above, sparks flickering mischievously. "I… am Loki. A minor Dajin of chaos and amusement. My true origins? Trivial, unimportant. What matters is that I exist to serve, manipulate, and entertain. I orchestrate probabilities, twist fates, and watch fools squirm—all in the name of my Master. And yes… he is truly a Demon Lord."
Fjorn, small and frost-winged, circled above the group, letting out a hiss that resonated like a frozen wind. "I am Fjorn, the Frost Drake, born from the shards of the Ice Mountain, a fragment of dragon-kind that survived the cataclysm. I am small, but cunning, swift, and loyal to those I deem worthy. I am here because the Master's aura called me… and I could not resist."
Kael finally spoke, a grin tugging across his face. "All right. You've all made yourselves sound terrifying… and ridiculous. Now my turn." Lightning crackled faintly along his blade as he leaned forward, voice low but intense. "I am Kael Stormheart, a sailor who once dreamed only of the horizon. Five years on the waves, fighting storms, monsters, and my own fears. I've been beaten, burned, and cursed, yet each trial forged me. I became more than human… not because I wanted to be stronger, but because I refused to be bound. My power is born from desire—freedom, adventure, and a love for the unknown. I steal the power of Dajin, not for glory alone, but to carve my path across the world. I am Kael Stormheart, and I answer to no one… yet I fight for everyone I choose."
The crew fell silent for a moment, the energy around Stormbreaker humming. Necroptor raised skeletal arms dramatically. "BEHOLD! TRUTH AND POWER COMBINED! OUR LEGENDS SHALL SHAKE THE WORLD!"
Ylva shook her head, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "Insufferable."
Loki sparkled with mischief. "And yet… effective."
Fjorn hissed softly, circling Kael's shoulder.
Kael looked over his crew, half-human, half-dragon form still pulsing with energy. "All right. Enough talking. Legends are nothing without action. Tomorrow, we sail into danger. And together, we will carve our names into history."