Primordial Heir: Nine Stars-Chapter 45: Across the world

Meanwhile, in the outside world, everything was changing; dark red clouds suddenly materialized as if heralding the birth of something immensely powerful.

Across various locations in the world, mighty beings sensed this shift.

In the capital of the empire, Magnolia stood a palace so tall and exquisite that it shimmered like gold in the sunlight. Its grand spires reached toward the heavens, adorned with intricate carvings and gilded embellishments that glinted brilliantly. The massive doors were etched with ancient runes, guarding the secrets within, while lush gardens surrounded the palace, bursting with vibrant flowers and meticulously manicured hedges.

Within this magnificent palace, seated upon a regal golden throne, was a man who appeared to be in his thirties. His orange eyes sparkled with intensity, and his flaming red hair cascaded down his shoulders like a fiery mane. He gazed out at the phenomenon unfolding outside; this man was none other than the emperor, Solomon Samael, reputed to be the strongest man alive in the current world, one of the Zodiacs.

"I wonder if this is a blessing or a disaster?" he mused, contemplating the ominous sight. Beside him, a dark red spear hummed softly, as if to communicate that whether this was a blessing or a curse, it mattered not—he only needed to strike. This spear was known as the Hellfire Spear, one of the seven godly artifacts, a sentient weapon that possessed its own consciousness, thirsting for battle.

"You are right!" Solomon responded, his voice filled with determination before vanishing in an instant. It was time to train.

Meanwhile, in the Undine dukedom, located in the East of the Rainfelt Empire, a beautiful and colossal mansion stood gracefully by a shimmering lake. At the heart of this grand estate, a magnificent fountain gushed forth crystal-clear water, its sculpted figures depicting mythical aquatic creatures in a dance of elegance. The water cascaded from their mouths, creating a soothing melody as it splashed into the basin below, surrounded by vibrant flowers and lush greenery that added to the serene ambiance. Sunlight sparkled on the surface of the lake, creating a mesmerizing play of light and shadow that reflected the beauty of the mansion.

In the patriarch’s study, a man with striking blue eyes and flowing blue hair, clad in a mage’s robe, sat thoughtfully. This was Caspian Undine, father to Khione Undine and a formidable powerhouse in his own right, known as an Archmage.

With a gentle smile, he observed the world outside, his keen gaze penetrating through the fabric of space to witness the phenomenon unfolding, much like his friend Solomon.

"The winds of change have begun. A new era is upon us," he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom and foresight.

At the same time in the west, the dukedom of the Leclair family boasted a pristine white mansion that resembled a grand cathedral, its soaring spires reaching toward the sky. The exterior was adorned with intricate carvings and stained glass windows that cast colorful patterns onto the ground below, creating an air of benevolence and holiness. Lush gardens surrounded the mansion, filled with fragrant flowers and manicured hedges, while soft rays of sunlight illuminated the structure, making it appear almost ethereal.

Hovering above this magnificent mansion, dressed in a flowing white robe, was the patriarch of the Leclair family, Raphael Leclair, another formidable Archmage. In his hand, he held a powerful artifact—the Radiant Staff, a golden staff that shimmered with an inner light, symbolizing purity and strength. His long silver hair danced gracefully in the wind, and his silver eyes, filled with ancient wisdom, observed the unfolding phenomenon. Mysterious runes flickered across his gaze as he attempted to divine the events taking place. However, despite his efforts, he found himself unable to grasp the truth. With a sigh, he vanished, leaving only the gentle rustle of the wind in his wake.

In the North, Azariah Raizen, who had just returned, narrowed his golden eyes, lightning flickering within them. For some reason, he felt an unsettling dread about the phenomenon unfolding before him, sensing it as a brewing disaster that threatened his very being. Frustrated, he decided to head to the northern continent to blow off some steam.

In another part of the continent, in the southern hemisphere, the Dwarven kingdom thrived—a remarkable blend of technology and modernism. Towering steampunk structures rose alongside traditional stone edifices, their intricate gears and steam pipes interwoven with rich, ancient craftsmanship. The streets bustled with activity, as dwarves moved about with purpose, showcasing their innovative inventions that seamlessly fused magic and machinery. It was a kingdom alive with the sound of clanging metal and the hiss of steam, and amidst this industrious backdrop, their Patriarch, Yardim Gnomus, another formidable powerhouse, continued hammering away at his golden hammer, the Sky Hammer, as if the world outside held no concern for him. A genius and an eccentric, he was renowned for creating most of the seven artifacts, lost in his relentless pursuit of perfection.

In the eastern part of the continent lay the Daemon’s kingdom, home to the Raven family. Their palace was a dark yet elegant structure, built from obsidian stone that shimmered under the moonlight, adorned with intricate carvings depicting ancient legends. The atmosphere was thick with mystery, and shadows danced along the walls, enhancing the regal yet foreboding ambiance. Within this palace stood Solmon Raven, the father of Blake Raven, his purple hair cascading like a waterfall, and his eyes filled with deep wisdom.

"So it has started," he mused, gripping his black staff, the Midnight Staff. Summoning his right-hand man, he issued a few instructions before disappearing into his spatial realm to train, prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

In the western part of the continent, a vast forest dominated the landscape, its towering trees stretching high into the sky. In the heart of this forest resided the Elves, and at the center of their city stood an emerald castle, crafted from ancient wooden trees that seemed to breathe with life. The throne hall of this castle was adorned with intricate carvings of nature, reflecting the harmony between the Elves and their environment. Here, the current patriarch, Eletha Zephyr, another powerful being, sensed the phenomenon outside. She closed her emerald eyes, lost in deep thought, her expression unreadable, leaving those around her to wonder what thoughts lay hidden within her mind.

Beyond the northern barrier, in the monster territory, atop a tall mountain shrouded in perpetual mist, something roared with a fierce intensity. Its red eyes flashed with malice, and a dangerous grin spread across its face. "Things are about to get interesting," it growled, anticipation coursing through its veins.