In a distant realm far removed from the Vendal Kingdom, nestled within an ancient valley that predates even the dawn of humanity, lay a place of unparalleled beauty.

Here, denizens of diverse origins were held captive by their own destinies.

This land boasted the highest concentration of mana, and its inhabitants were primarily comprised of elves or those from other races who had been banished due to their incomprehensible strength.

Dragons and Elves, two disparate beings, coexisted here, driven by a shared objective: the eradication of the root cause of their suffering — Human, Saint, and Demon Realm.

From the moment these realms came into existence, it was evident that no beings other than those from these three kinds were welcome.

The primary architects of this banishment were the haughty Elves and the formidable Dragons, who aspired to transform the Human Realm into either a Dragon’s domain or an Elven haven through a war of supremacy.

However, humanity, known for its innate unity in the face of adversity, along with the Dariants, Cratens, and Haidrens, stood their ground against the formidable forces of the Dragons and Elves.

Human realm’s collective resolve was etched into the annals of history as they fought to secure a brighter future for their kind and upcoming generations

Unlike the Dragons and Elves who would have banished other kinds, the humans chose not to completely expel Dragons or Elves from their realm.

This decision was driven by a hidden motive: the human race’s burgeoning curiosity about the dense mana of Dragons and the unique nature of Elven mana.

Some among them were allowed to live here, while the stronger individuals were exiled to Chrintain Valley.

This was humanity’s final act of mercy towards these formidable beings, as both sides had suffered immense losses during the battle.

The Dragons lost 36 of their own and 1 Elven Demigod, while the Human Realm bid farewell to 4 Archmages, 3 Runic Lords, 2 Aqua Lords, and a single Titan.

These losses represented a significant Chapter in their history. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Archmages were humans in whom magic coursed through every fiber of their being, embodying the epitome of human strength.

Runic Lords were the ultimate masters born in Haidrens. They were capable of Creating Inscriptions, Runes and even manipulating dimensional portals and creating impenetrable shields with ease.

Aqua Lords, on the other hand, were masters of the oceans and water, harnessing the very essence of water to manipulate it at even the most minuscule level, achieving unparalleled feats among all the Cratens.

Titans were the mightiest form a Dariant could attain, their sheer physical strength capable of slicing through mana itself.

{ A/n: Their existence will be revealed in future Chapters }

In a desperate bid to protect their own kind from extinction, the most powerful individuals from each race in the Human Realm rallied to partake in this cataclysmic war.

The outcome was nothing short of devastating, as the Human Realm lost all of its mightiest champions, a burden too heavy to bear.

Yet, amidst this bleak aftermath, seven enigmatic beings emerged seemingly out of nowhere, giving rise to the Obsidian Order.

The origins of these beings remained shrouded in mystery, known only to one Archmage among the fallen four who had perished that fateful day.

This Archmage, who had been reborn multiple times to defy his own fate, continued to thwart the progress of the seven beings and slowed down their end goal.

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Inside a space separated from all these three realms, shrouded in mist, stood the Very Chrintain Valley.

Filled with dense trees and greenery enhanced by several soothing sounds, huge trees that reached the sky itself added an otherworldly charm to the scene.

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of exotic flowers, and luminescent butterflies danced through the mist, casting a soft, enchanting glow.

The rivers sparkled like liquid crystal, and disturbing that tranquility, a huge shadow’s reflection passed with a guest of wind following behind it.

In the quiet forest, tiny creatures sought refuge behind the safety of tree branches and lush leaves, their fear palpable as a colossal figure with crimson scales loomed in the distance.

The figure’s destination lay in the heart of the vast forest, where a colossal tree dominated the landscape.

Its branches were massive, casting a dense canopy that prevented even a single ray of shadow from gracing the forest floor.

Fruits of remarkable size hung from its boughs, a testament to the abundance of dense mana in the vicinity.

As the dragon’s figure arrived near the tree, the very air seemed to flicker and transform into radiant particles.

The dragon’s colossal form morphed into that of an elderly man, his foot gracefully touching the massive tree as he entered this place with an aura of tranquility.

As if traversing through dimensions, he entered the tree trunk like it was a mere door, disturbing it as if it were a rippling water surface.

As the figure arrived, a small room unveiled itself, adorned with wooden furniture that exuded a traditional atmosphere, seamlessly blending with a touch of nature.

⟨ LORD, Ignarox pays his respect to you ⟩

Within the tree, the elderly man placed his hands on his chest and beheld a figure emanating overwhelming power, making even the densest of mana seem insignificant before it.

The air surrounding this formidable figure shimmered with heat haze, as they sat upon an ordinary wooden throne that paradoxically contrasted their incredible strength.

⟨ LORD, an anomaly has arisen ⟩

SWISH

In response, a powerful aura surged from the figure, causing the entire area for miles around to tremble.

Regaining composure, the figure turned their gaze towards the elderly man, who bowed in acknowledgment.

[Is it that Archmage again?]

Hearing a firm voice filled with mana, the old man shook his head.

⟨ No, this time, it is a child named Zephyr Liander ⟩

[ Kill him ]

Without any explanation, it was decided.

⟨ I will inform Banzihum to deal with that kid ⟩

The old man bowed, but before he could turn, he heard again.

[ Release that demoness’s seal; it will keep that Archmage busy while rebuilding it ]

⟨ I understand ⟩

The old man’s figure vanished as it turned into a dragon before disappearing.....