Vescrutia: Legacy

cont’d


The Man bowed before the Prince and Nuett. He looked at the young man with confusion as he bowed before the prince. He didn't know what was going on his only focus was finding Daitsuya. "I won't ask again, Who the hell are you and where is Princess Daitsuya?!" He said as he started to invoke his naten, his eyes began to change to a silver hue.
“Your, eyes shift the same as mother's did when she got angry Hehe-Woo!”

The Man said happily as he took no caution to
Nazuma. He stood there with a smile on his face still just before he began walking away.” You can't harm me.... Prince Na'L... I am Neithur Knortheer.”

Nazuma would be taken back by the name he called him. He was never once called that name. Not by anyone,Expect the Voice of the Ruby Queen when she wanted to tell him something. He was now intrigued by this man.

“I take it has been a long while since that name has graced your ears son of Dracovis..”

Longtime Nazuma wondered how did he know that name. More so how he pronounced his name. "
'Neither' nor There.... What are you?"

“Ding! Ding! Ding Right Questions will get you the right answers Na'L...I am you? Well should be me? But I am you? Who is Me and we are them..” The man said as he danced around the duo on a cloud of smoke like a genie. “I am The Keeper? Much like you, l am a Denkou but I am not My House is Ori’on? T’was a house now known as Ri'ore,2 millennia ago?.”

“One,carry the two… “ Nazuma said as he began counting the years as he was listen and following the man.
“That’s 4,000 years M’lord.” Nuett said with a light chuckle.

The night was cold. It was almost as cold as the alps in its winter nights. This is how Nazuma knew he had stepped into the deepest depths of the mountains known as the Emerald Ascension. The creatures eyes around them began to focus and crawl on the skin of the trees. The use of their Naten drew in the luminous orbs of wonders. The plants alike came to life as they walked and continued through the forest.

“As I was saying… you must know that the Denkou share this land with many other tribes? Many other beings.? Yes,your kingdom sits atop the mountains peak? But you my Prince are also aware of what is under it aren’t you?” The Keeper said as he continued to walk.

Nazuma had an eerie sense creep up his spine as he listened to this spirit speak. He was gauging the situation. He watched the path they were walking. It was leading to one place. Nazuma would stop as his muscles intensified, his body got heavier with each step. The air became more thicker with a fridge frost. “No.. not here”

“Now now mister we aren’t going any further until you tell us, Why are you speaking like this? What’s wrong with you?Why are you answering our questions with questions ?“ Nuett said as he began to worry where they were going to end up. He didn’t like Nazuma’s reaction to the man’s questions it was as if he was triggering something inside of the Prince.

“The Boy knows where we are? Many a secret isn’t it my dearest Na’L?” The man said as he pulled back a large leaf and revealed a temple in ruin. “About five years ago do you remember this day?”
He said with a smirk on his face as Nazuma dropped to his knees.. “It’s the place the kidnappers took me all those years ago… It’s Ains’ shrine..”

Nuett’s eyes widened as he see. The temple for the first time outside of the books in the ascension’s library. The burial place of the first emerald king rested under the kingdom he built.

“Why did you bring me here.. Keeper tell me what is your ploy?” He said as he heard the cries of Daitsuya. He would then grab the Keeper aggressively pinning him against a tree. “Where is she?” He said sternly.

The Man would point to the temple before disappearing into a cloud of smoke.

“Lord Marashin… We have been awaiting your return… The princess is in danger and so are many of my own people…”
A figure said as he emerged from the shadows. “The keeper told me to wait here while he went to find help but I had no idea he found the Claret Mothers reincarnation.. Yes my people will be free soon… Has the keeper informed you of what has been happening here?”

Nazuma would turn to face the man who emerged from the shadows he first took haste but the man would come and bow before him showing he meant no harm. Yet Nazuma would still take caution.

“I am sorry but I have been gone for the betterment of almost five years. You’ll have to inform me of the reason for all this..” Nazuma said as he looked at the man.

Just then a horde of eyes began to focus on the trio. “Oh crap.. we have to move now before we are surrounded.” The man would invoke his Naten and a whole would open in the ground just a few meters away. “There is our exit, my tribe has built pockets like this all over the coast and it mountains. “

“Is thet water? Oh no honey I will not be getting this outfit wet it cost to much and the cloths are not water friendly. I don’t even know your name and you tryna get me out my designer on the first date. I’ll have to past on this. “ Nuett said as he watch the hole burrow and fill with water.

“This is Atlantean invoked water you won’t get wet if you keep your hands in the magic current. My name is Neimusho. I am Atlantean. For the pass three years I have been in a battle.” He said as he jumped into the hole.

“Are you really trusting this? You just do what Genies tell you all the time Nazuma? I can see why the princess always looks stressed you’re a runaway.” He said as he came to face Nazuma.

“You can either stay here and go back to the cabin. Or You can come with me. You don’t have a connection to the Marashin yet you are able to see and hear the Keeper. Like this Atlantean. But Atlanteans are Said to be able to do so. How strong have you gotten my dear friend. Please it must be some reason you are here. “

Nuett look Nazuma in his eyes with worry before he agreed to going with the prince. He was convinced it was going to be an eventful day and they would need each other more than ever now. The two of them the. Jumped into the hole and almost instantly it became as if they were on never ending pool slide. They would twist and turn come out of the current dry only to land in a cavern with a cosmic glow to it.

They would be met by the Atlantean. “Tell me how are you able to see and speak with the Keeper..? Nazuma asked as he motioned that he wasn’t going to continue until he got some more insight.

“I can’t tell you why but I am no ordinary Atlantean… my family was blessed by a Valkyrie some time ago. You see he came to me when my people began to vanish. First he only appeared in my dreams but about a month ago and found a lamp he manifested an actual form. He said he was a genie and if I helped the Marashin in her task I would be blessed by the vessel of her champion. And have the power to free my people from the Humusori, I have traced the hive back to the Denki king temple. But it is sacred grounds, a lot of the magic around shouldn’t allow us access to the temple but someone broke the seal. Freeing the Humusori and enslaving my people… we were peaceful kind and loving tribe. We fought alongside the Kings of our country to become what we are today. However we are under attack from the inside and it has torn our kingdom apart. These creatures need host to live. Once it is detached from the hose the creature then is transported back to the father and mother Humusori and returned back to its liquid form and reproduces again. I defeated one and it brought me to the temple and there I met you and your Vulkyn.”

“What did you just call me?” Nuett said as he snarled at the man. He honestly wasn’t buying it.

“Nuett isn’t a Vulkyn.. this is why him seeing the Keeper is odd to me. Do you know how to summon the keeper Neimusho” Nazuma Asked

He would shake his head now. “Unfortunately that arcana is not knowledgeable by me. Buuuttt, I think I can make some calls and find out who in my village does know.”

“You have a village lemme guess Atlantis” Nuett said jokingly as the trio came to walk the caverns as they spoke. They would soon run into a vast crystalline kingdom of the Atlantean tribe it was as if they were looking in to a snow globe They had no idea this was right under the kingdom.

“No it’s https://pin.it/2M2gHeT]Atleria.. this city was created by Ains’ and founding houses, he promised my people he would help us obtain the Kaishin and our people will never have to worry. However, we have learned many lessons over the ages to know we are almost upon the time. Known as Sigil. All the lands will soon be at war.This is only the beginning… Come now we must make haste we are safe in the walls of Atleria the magic around it blocks off the Humusori when they have a host. Only those those with out malice intentions can enter however Humusori don’t give off negative energy because they feed of all kinda of energy and are adaptive to barriers. So we are constantly increasing our barriers strength for this creature.”

Neimusho said as he continued to make his way to the dome like structure. Nazuma and Nuett would follow. Just the three of them were about to get on the passage “I’m sorry my lord but can we please rest a bit.” Nuett said as he came to flop down on the ground and began rubbing his feet. “We don’t have time for this Nuett.. How about I use Toko to carry in its mouth until we get to the city.” As reluctant as he was Nuett ended up getting in the insectoid and the continued to the gates of Atleria.

The Prince continued with Neimusho down a long passage in the cavities of the cave had small patches of plant life. Even ceatures that are naten aware inhabited this way. It all amazed him, an entire ecosystem inside the wall of Mt.Vulkin. He wondered were he was honestly now. Soon they reached what seem to be a guards tower outside the large Dome doors.

"Who Goes there!?" The Atlantean guard said as they stopped. Once he got a look at Neimusho they would motion for them to open the gate. "Open the gates The General has returned." As the gates open swirls of naten began to manifest around them, a large wave of water would pour from the entrance,engulfing them rather quickly. "You are free Nalumire... You must open your mind.This I can't stay much longer this creatures magic is powerful... I only had enough power to tell you to WAKE UP..."He was pulled into a current. It caught Nazuma off guard for just a second he thought he could breathe but one he realized that he could he seem to calm down.

"What the..? I thought i was drowning? What kind of place is this Neimusho?" Nazuma asked as he norice nothing really changed exept the feeling of being under water. his locs flowed with the stillness of the water around. , it was if he were in an air bubble that could move freely through the ocean. "Nazuma, you have been put under a spell by a creature known as a Dream catcher."the voice said. Nazuma then realized this didn't feel right at all. How this happened didn't make sense to him at all it was like he was in a 'Dream'.

Nazuma stopped. "This isn't really happening...Is this what I remember... No... I remember what Mam told me if I came to water in my dreams that meant magic was invoked.. it's a fae magic. I Have been caught in a spell.... ."

The prince recalled his day. He couldn't remember anything before Nuett entering the tree house it was never his old friwnd was trying to tell him something he just realized, it was the Idarei hiding his appearance, That's when the dream catcher came into manifest itself before Nazuma . He was under attack. He would then fix his body to sit as he began to focus to see what was actually going on around him...

"Bre'gon.."

The Prince said as the world around him began to shift and change. His mind was being toyed with by a creature of despir.. He would break the incantation with a spell of his own bloodline. Bre'gon a spell used to despell magic. Once freed, he could hear the grunts of the Princess and the voice of another in the distance. He was terrified of what he had seen next, walking towards the sounds of blades clashing in the distance. Quickly he stood to his feet as a Dreamcatcher hastefully escaped through a window of the cabin.It ran into the field off shadowy figures that was surrounding a figure in the distance. He ran quickly across the field into the heat of the battle in front of him. There he saw her as she could barely stand . Daitsuya as she was Surround by about 40 Joukai as Nazuma stepped infront of her. They stood in place as if someone was controlling them,which was true.. The Joukai had beecome Golems, Nazuma would hear a chilling cold devilish laugh crawl down his spine as he felt the eyes of a murderous evil bare it's gaze at him. It almost froze him in the moment he felt it. But he knew exactly who it was..

"Idarei..." The Prince said as he came to face the man. He could see how the man was dressed in bandages from head to toe. Nazuma could only show pity in his face as the mans Ascendant Eyes stared into his own.He only wondered why he would attack them, was he intent on getting his revenge on Nazuma for killing his sister all those years ago. Ida came to rescue him as a child; When his powers were first awoken. He felt all this in the cold stare that man gave him, this was when he knew this was no golem who stood before him. It was the man who controlled the golems, He binded the souls of the lost to his clay puppets.

"I am Here, Suya... Why Idarei?.. You know this is an act of treason against the Royal family of the Astral Kingdom. " He said as he came to her side resting her head into the palm of his hand. She would faint after giving a weak cry of his name. "Rest.. I'll Take care of this..." He said as he stood to his feet, he scooped her on to his back... "Who told you to let me sleep that long.." He said as he summoned his winged blade, he would take his stance with Syrail Nazuma would come to face the man who walked forward as more of the shadowy figures began to surround them. He could feel the heat of the souls used to summon these creatures. The Joukai....

"You must die... both of you will pay for your sins. Nazuma.. You took Ida from me, You took away the kingdoms hope the day your powers awoken. You and that brother of yours.. Have stained the Denkou... You are impure... You are the imperfection of our great bloodline. You must never be a King. I will see it whole." The Man said as he stood before Nazuma with the intent to kill the boy. He was now surrounded by the joukai and Idarei as it was like a cage of black flames. The golems did nothing as the man spoke his reasons to Nazuma," I can't allow you to live without feeling my pain.. Their Queen must die for you to be free you can't even trust her, she is out to kill you yet you protect her. Know thy Heart Prince... Know Thy Heart..."Idarei said as he walked closer, he was now visible to him and Nazuma could fully see the bandages were covered in runes."Why must you be happy when my family grieves over my sister. You are a disease and thou will burn in the flames of the nether's deepest abyss. I shall be your shepherd to the lake of eternal flames." He said as he finally stopped a few meters away from Nazuma.

Nazuma would listen to the cries of Idarei as he came to feel the motion behind the man's words. This was the power of Marashin it allowed him to feel the emotions of every living thing around him. It made him an Empath. He never knew why this was an ability of the MArashin until now. Idarei was correct it was Nazuma'a turn to feel the pain he caused to the Kingdom all those years ago. It was time for him to face the sin he committed. So he couldn't die here. He couldn't be defeated before he could clear his soul of his sin... He has to face the ones he hurt the most.

"You're right.. I don't deserve to live.But, I have to survive..

I understand you hate me but I swear I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I loved Ida like a sister of my own. However, She tried to kill me.."

Just then Nazuma would share flashes of the night of the rescue. He remembered Ida picking him up and run away from a battle. Then a moment later he remembered the sharp pain entering his body as he had been stabbed by Ida. His Naten Activated and he killed Ida along with the Sun Goku Bears that had come to save him. They tried to murder Nazuma and bring his body back to the Queen fortunately they failed. He slowly began to remember that the night his powers awakened he could feel the emotions of everyone around him and this was a trait on shared with the Marashin, Empathy.. A soul's intention was always easy for him to read. This is how the Marashin became so strong in her own right as a Wind Djynn, the power to feel the intent of an indiviuals actions made it understand the world more around it, without this it wouldn't understand of the mortal heart .

"I can't grow without accepting what I did .
However the truth is...
I was only protecting myself as any other would it was I who was betrayed by one of those I loved as my own. Don't you see, The Daishin,has taken so much from us.
I want to stop this madness Idarei.
Please forgive me, but Ida and her bears had no intention of sparing my life... I am sorry Idarei."

The prince begged as the man stepped closer and closer. He could feel the heat of the flames of the Joukai as they eteched closer.

"Forgiveness.... Is what you should have asked for before this day. You vanished for almost five years, my father died from the lost of my sister and my mother died from the lost of my father. I am the last one in my family and i will have your blood on my hand.. I don't care what the punishment will be as long as you know I.... hated..... you, You will know what my pain is!!!"

The man said as he rushed Nazuma with a flurry of blade strikes. The prince went on the defensive blocking and parried while having the princess slumped over his back.The man rushed to the other side and took a very odd stance as his blade swirled with Naten.
"Kingslayer Arts: Chronus' Dance of Devils!"
He rushed Nazuma again this time they could clash back and forth.

The metals crashed into each other like bombs exploding with each blow the golems the Man manifested cracked and crumbled under the seer magic ricochets of the Naten Invoked blades. Like sparks of fire their energies swirled in the atmosphere, dancing one would say to a song only the two of them could only understand. The Prince with each strike of his enemy could feel his sorrow, the pain he wanted to be free of.. His sin.. His loneliness.. It flooded his heart, his mind and it controlled his every move. He was consumed completely by his own hatred that he attacked his own kin. He attempted to murder Daitsuya and Nazuma and this was almost accomplished, hadn't the prince broke the spell he placed him under. As they fought Nazuma felt more than just anger for his opposition. As they fought It was as if they could speak through their sword strikes, Nazuma heard Idarei's story. He saw his memories as if they were his own. He would push back as he gave his final words.

"This was your punishment, this was what Myos did to you. He turned you into this monster... Idarei, used you as a pawn in his game. I am so sorry... I am grateful. When you helped me as a kid.... You were a true man of Dracovis.. but I have failed to keep my promise to protect you. "

Nazuma said as he began to cry. Not because he felt was going to lose but because he had failed this man many years before this night. He knew this man was not the same. He saw in their clashes that over the years his brother broke Idarei down into this form of himself . This mummy. A slave of the Daishin. Draining him of his will to live slowly he became this creature before him, Nazuma knew what Idarei wanted as the words erupted from his lips

"Kill me Nazu.. Please KILL ME!!!" The Man's voice filled with emotions, his pain echoed to the core of his soul. Through the darkness he felt the pain, he wanted to release his friend of the enslavement he was under. "Fine.... I Understand what you want..You want to be free... You want to be with your family.." Nazuma said as he looked at the man who was no longer a man but a shell of what he used to be. "Focus Magic: Song of Haos.."

Nazuma would invoke his Naten his time it was much more power he had tapped into his birthright power. His white locs became a fiery red and his golden eyes filled with the divine energy of the marashin turning them into a lunar silver hue, from his back would manifest the Wings of the Marashin. His metamorphosis was complete as he looked at Idarei, he saw his soul. His power swirled and gathered as they both prepared for a final strike.

Nazuma Rushed the field ripping it apart as he drilled his blade forward. Upon impact one could only hear a single chime that rang across the land of the Ascension. This sound awoke many of the night as his light shone into the night sky. He marked his coming to Myos his power exploded into the atmosphere for just a second for just a moment he showed his power and his control of it.It release a feeling of love a warmth that heated the cold isle of the night. He now had the princess resting in his arms as she had finally came to. They floated in the stars of the night.

"Why'd you let me sleep this long?.... "She said as she held him closer whispering into his ear softly, still a bit weak from her battle before.

"Sorry, There was another heart that needed me." Nazuma said as they would land into a circle of knights who had came to see what the cause of the light in the sky was.

As the forces gathered, they stood in horror at the sight of the corpse of Idarei lying on the ground. Once filled with necrotic magic, his golems now lay dormant beside him. The souls of the lost bound to Idarei’s golems allowed the authorities to realize what had happened.

Onohall and many of the royal guards came to aid in clearing the fields of the dark magic. The air was filled with a sense of unease as they worked to release the souls that were bound to the golems. They were shocked to see that some of them were missing Denkou nobles.

Nevertheless, they were released back to the mother, and the clay figures fell into rock piles as the runes broke. The Queen looked at her son with concern as the medical staff attended to him. He remained silent and unresponsive, only answering medical questions.

He didn’t want to speak about what had happened, nor did she. He and Princess Daitsuya sat silently as the mages took two hours to clear everything out. The sun slowly began to rise as Nazuma came to face his mother, who was now talking to Denkou Councilman Tamaar

"Please know that we are aware of the events that occurred last night and want to ensure that everything is being taken care of. We were informed of Idarei's attack on Nazuma and the princess while resting in the tree cabin. Our report will include information that he was involved in kidnapping, murdering, and experimenting with Denkou, creating golems from their souls and turning them into his slaves. It is imperative to apprise the Urso of the recent proceedings, given his past tenure as the Lead chair of the house. However, we will not disclose the Prince and Princesses' involvement in the incident. It's truly unfortunate to see the tragic fate that Idarei met after he went missing."


With a gentle and refined movement, the man carefully removed his monocle and wiped off the accumulated dust. As he did so, his eyes sparkled with a sense of sophistication and opulence, revealing a refined demeanor that seemed to captivate the world around him. The man's countenance was striking, with chiseled cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and a well-groomed mustache that added to his distinguished appearance.

As everyone looked on in wonder, the world seemed to stand still, as if frozen in time by the man's polished and sophisticated presence. The man's impeccable style and grace were a sight to behold, and all who saw him were awed silently.

As he gazed upon the prince, the man was taken aback by his regal presence. The prince exuded an aura of power and authority that was both impressive and intimidating. The man couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence for the young prince, who had inherited his father's strength and prowess. The prince's eyes were piercing and intense, with a gaze that seemed to see right through the man. It was as if the prince could sense the man's thoughts and feelings, making the man feel exposed and vulnerable.

As the man looked upon the young prince, a flood of memories washed over him, transporting him back to a time long ago. He remembered the days when he had fought alongside Nazuma's father, a brave and honorable warrior who had inspired him with his resolute determination and unflinching fearlessness. The man could see the same qualities in the young prince, filling him with a sense of admiration and respect.

He remembered the battles they had fought together, the hardships they had endured, and the victories they had won. He recalled the way that Nazuma's father had led them with courage and wisdom, always putting the safety of his people above his own. The man felt a deep sense of nostalgia and longing for those days when he had felt a sense of purpose and belonging that he had experienced before.

As he watched the young prince, he saw the same determination in his eyes, the same fire in his belly. He knew that the future was in good hands and that his friend's legacy would live on through his sons. The man felt a sense of pride and hope, knowing that the young prince would carry on the traditions of his father and lead his people with honor and integrity.


It seems like you might have felt overwhelmed when you realized the true extent of his influence. Dealing with someone with such a powerful presence can be quite daunting.

It's important to remember that he is still a child despite his imposing physical appearance. As a result, he may not always possess the same level of self-control or maturity as his father. Therefore, it's crucial to approach him with understanding. By doing so, we can help create an environment that encourages his growth.

I understand that these situations can be challenging, but it's important to remember that we're all in this together. By working together, we can help him understand the world better and foster relationships built on understanding. After experiencing great emotional turmoil, we banished him from the kingdom. However, he knew that simply cutting him off wouldn't be enough to help him become the King he could be. So, he asked your sister to step in and offer him 'the support' he needed to succeed. Today, I am proud to say that he has emerged as a better, more self-assured individual. I am grateful for the opportunity to have been alive in this moment and look forward to continuing to support him as he grows"

The Queen's expression exuded a sense of satisfaction as he regarded her son before her with a discerning gaze. Her dignified demeanor conveyed a deep sense of respect. In a measured tone, she conveyed her sense of approval, stating a sense of satisfaction at receiving acknowledgment from him. Despite her attempts to appear calm, her mind was in turmoil with an overwhelming concern for her son's welfare. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something might go wrong and harm her child. She imagined every possible scenario and worried about how her son would cope with them. The thought of his vulnerability was almost unbearable, and she felt a deep need to shield him from harm. She knew he longed for a sense of assurance and security but knew deep down that it was impossible to protect him from everyone. Nonetheless, she remained determined to be there for him.

With each step, she approached the two young royals, Nazuma and Daitsuya as they turned to face her, their faces lit up with genuine warmth and kindness, and she immediately felt at ease."Mother, I want to express my sincerest apologies for the disturbance I caused. I understand that my actions were unacceptable and I regret any inconvenience that I may have caused you. Please know that I am deeply sorry and I will make every effort to ensure that this will not happ..."

The Queen's tense expression softened as he spoke to her calmly and reassuringly. His words had a palpable effect on her, leaving her with an unmistakable sense of relief. His ability to put her at ease was so impressive that it almost elicited a laugh of gratitude from her. " You do know that I am your mother, and you are my son. As such, we should not be limited by formalities."

Nazuma, with his chiseled features and piercing gaze, exuded a quiet strength that commanded respect. Daitsuya, on the other hand, had a more girlish charm, with her infectious smile and bright eyes that sparkled at the Queen.

As Tamaar stood before them, he couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. The thought of meeting the young royals had always seemed like a far-off dream, but here they were, he was basking in their friendly welcome. It was a moment he knew she would cherish forever.

"I must say on behalf of the Flonne, I am here to express my deepest apologies. We had no idea of the events that occurred here tonight. please forgive us for not prioritizing your safety, Prince Nazuma. Princess Daitsuya. I will see to it that you are escorted to your mother's science district."

The prince stood before the man, his steady gaze commanding attention. As Tamaar began to speak, the prince's hands slowly rose to his head, fingers entwining in his hair. His eyes, previously an intense shade of silver, gradually shifted to a more neutral gold tone as he spoke, indicating a shift in his emotional state.

"I would like to express my sincere apologies for any disruption that may have been caused due to the noise I generated. I want to emphasize that my actions were taken in defense of the Princess, who was under attack by Idarei. I reacted swiftly to ensure her safety and intervened to protect her. Unfortunately, some damage may have been caused during the process, but I believe it was necessary to ensure the Princess's safety. I hope that everyone understands the gravity of the situation and forgives me for any inconvenience caused. an understa."

The Prince's demeanor became assertive as he began to speak. His voice was confident, and his words carried immense weight, conveying his astuteness and intelligence. He spoke with a commanding authority, making it clear that he was in sorry. His gestures were fluid and precise, emphasizing his points.

The Prince's eyes flickered with intelligence and keen observation as the conversation progressed. He shared every detail with his mother and counselor, his voice unwavering and precise, exhibiting a deep understanding of the situation. Though he appeared at ease, the Prince was unsure of whom to trust, and his words conveyed a determination to find the truth. The stakes were high, and he knew he had to be vigilant and could not let his guard down even for a moment. Despite the weight of his responsibility, the Prince remained calm.

As the convoy arrived, it was clear they had come to take him to a new location closer to Onohall's stay. The move was necessary to keep him safe and far from Myos's reach. The new location was a haven for many of the elder Denkou who opposed Myos. It was a place where they could remain safe and secure under the watchful eyes of Onohall and other high-ranking members. Here, they could live freely, away from the constant threat of danger that loomed over them.

It was incredible to see the district within its own. The place was bustling with activity, and it was clear that the people were happy and content. The power of Onohall's followers, although few, could be felt all around. They had a strong sense of unity, and it was evident that they were ready to protect their community at all costs.

The new location had an aura of safety and security, making it a sanctuary for those who sought refuge. The people were friendly and welcoming, and it was clear that they had built a close-knit community built on trust and respect. The place was thriving, and it was obvious that Onohall's leadership had played a significant role in its success.

The princess and prince were escorted to a sumptuous suite that was fit for royalty. The suite was grandiose and spacious, with a regal ambiance that was immediately apparent. The room was adorned with lavish furnishings, from the ornate sofas to the plush carpets that exuded luxury and refinement. The walls were decorated with intricate artwork, and elegant overhead chandeliers illuminated the room. The attention to detail was impeccable, with every element designed to create an atmosphere of pure opulence. The princess and prince were left as they took in the grandeur of their surroundings.

Daitsuya's hearts began to race with anticipation as they found themselves alone. She looked into his eyes, and a sense of longing passed between them. Without a word, she leaned in to kiss. Their lips met in a deep and passionate embrace, and the raw emotions of their souls consumed them. Their bodies pressed against each other, and they lost themselves in the intensity of their desire. The warmth of his touch, the taste of her lips, and the sound of their breathing all merged in a beautiful symphony of sensations. As they kissed, they felt their souls merge together and knew they were meant to be.

Nazuma was taken aback by the sudden rush of emotions that Daitsuya had displayed. She had never seen him so vulnerable before. His face was flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot as if he had been crying. Daitsuya could feel the intensity of his emotions as if they were radiating off him in waves. She wanted to reach out to and comfort him, but she didn't know how. That moment was so raw and powerful that it left her feeling a little overwhelmed, unsure of how to react to Nazuma. She only wanted to thank him for saving her.

"I have noticed that you have been coming to my aid more often than I have been able to come to yours, my love, and I am grateful for everything you do. However, I will say this: if you ever sleep like that again, I will end you myself. I mean, you slept through an entire attack. If I hadn't been there, you'd be surely awake in the nether."

She said as she pushed him away, her hand connected with his chest with a force that was surprising. He stumbled backward, his arms flailing as he tried to regain his balance. But it was too late, and he found himself hurtling across the room, his heart pounding in his chest as he braced for impact. He landed on the bed with a soft thud, the mattress giving way beneath him as he sank into its plush comfort.

As he lay on the bed, she nestled beside him, running her fingers through his thick, curly locs. She took her time, carefully feeling each strand, feeling the weight of his head on her shoulder. The room was silent, save for the sound of her brush gently gliding through his hair. She felt a sense of peace wash over her - a moment of stillness amidst the chaos of life. She lingered there, content to simply be in his presence, lost in the rhythm of his breath and the softness of his hair.

"You couldn't resist displaying your powers to him, could you? You always seem to enjoy showing off. If only you had woken up earlier, I would have been able to handle him by myself. I even sent a memory of Nuett to jog your memory, but you were still completely unaware of the fact that you were in a dream. I'm curious: what finally caused you to wake up?"


Princess sat down next to him, her heart filled with warmth and affection. She gazed at his hair, admiring its softness and the way it fell in gentle waves around his face. Her fingers tingled with anticipation as she picked up a strand, feeling its silky texture between her fingertips. She began to braid, her movements slow and deliberate as she wove the strands together, forming an intricate pattern. As she worked, she noticed the way the light played across his face, highlighting the contours of his features and casting shadows in the hollows of his cheeks. As she meticulously styled his locs, she felt herself getting lost in the moment. She was fully focused on the task at hand, her fingers moving with a fluidity that seemed to match the rhythm of their breathing. With each soft exhale, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, as if she were in a meditative state.

As she worked, she couldn't help but notice the gentle rise and fall of his chest, as if he was completely at ease. It was then that he began to speak, his words flowing out of him like a stream of consciousness. He talked about how, Once more, the Marashin spoke to him. How in his dream he felt alone and he wanted her to know his hopes, his dreams, his fears, and his regrets, and with each passing moment, she felt herself getting to know him on a deeper level.

Through it all, she continued to focus on his locs, the intricate patterns and textures coming together in a way that was truly beautiful. And as they talked, she felt a sense of connection growing between them, as if they were united by something greater than themselves.

When she was done, she stepped back to admire her work, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. It was more than just a hairstyle - it was a work of art, a reflection of the intimacy and trust that they had shared.

" For the longest time, I've been keeping a secret from you. My feelings for you have blossomed into something much deeper than I ever thought possible. Your sparkling eyes, your gentle touch, and the way you make me feel safe and loved have made me fall head over heels for you. Even the simplest moments we share, like a quiet conversation or a warm embrace, fill me with a sense of warmth and contentment that I can't find anywhere else. I just had to let you know how much you mean to me.."

Nazuma leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the Princess's face. He studied her expression intently, searching for any signs of deception. As he looked into her eyes, he noticed the subtle movements of her pupils and the slight twitch of her lips. His mind raced as he tried to decipher the truth behind her words. Was she telling the truth, or was she hiding something? He continued to stare at her, his gaze unrelenting, as he probed deeper into her thoughts. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke.

"It has come to my attention that certain individuals in positions of power may not be pleased with your decision to assist me in my endeavors. They are concerned that your actions may undermine their authority or interests. This may have caused them to view you as a potential threat to their power, leading them to consider taking drastic measures against us.

I was worried that they may come for you at some point. This could potentially put me in a dangerous situation, and I would like to know if there is any truth to you. "

Looking at her, he noticed a glint of sincerity in her eyes. He carefully listened to her words and observed the way she spoke. It was clear to him that she was telling the truth. He could feel her love for him radiating from every corner of the room. He was aware of her high moral standards and knew that she would never compromise her integrity for anything or anyone. Her unwavering commitment to honesty and honor only made him appreciate her more. He felt grateful to have her in his life and knew that he would always cherish her.

"Dearest one, please don't fret. I'll never leave your side, even in the face of adversity. I am your unwavering companion; together, we'll face whatever challenges come our way and emerge stronger for it."

Despite his tendency to keep people at arm's length, she was certain he had a deep love for her. She had noticed he didn't trust many, but she was different. He had confided in her about his fears and insecurities, and she had supported him through his struggles. She cherished their moments together, knowing his love for her was genuine.

"We are faced with a formidable task ahead of us. My brother, who we are up against, is a highly skilled and powerful opponent who should not be taken lightly. Underestimating him could be detrimental to our chances of success. He possesses a level of magical prowess that surpasses even my highest expectations. Therefore, we must approach this with careful consideration and meticulous planning. After much consideration, I have decided that it is time to awaken the Daughter Houses. These structures have been dormant for too long, and it is time to bring them back to life. I believe that by doing so, we will be able to unlock and utilize their full potential.

I suggest we start by analyzing his abilities and identifying his strengths and weaknesses. This will allow us to devise a plan that exploits his vulnerabilities while minimizing our risks. Furthermore, we must ensure we have all the necessary resources and skills to execute our plan successfully. We might need to enlist the help of other allies or acquire additional magical artifacts to improve our chances of success.

In conclusion, we must approach this challenge with utmost caution and respect for our opponents. However, with the right strategy and preparation, I am confident we can achieve our goal and emerge victorious. "

The prince was seated in a large window, offering a panoramic view of the countryside. As he sat there, his mind drifted away from the present moment, and he found himself lost in thought. Standing by the grand windows of his opulent suite, his piercing amber eyes gazed out into the distance. The view before him was breathtaking - a vast expanse of rolling hills and dense forests, with the occasional glimmer of sunlight reflecting off a nearby stream. The grass was a vibrant green, swaying gently in the breeze, and the leaves of the trees rustled softly. The prince was captivated by the tranquil beauty of it all.

Despite the serene surroundings, the chaos of his mind was overwhelming. His thoughts raced, and he couldn't seem to find any peace. The prince was lost in contemplation, struggling to make sense of his emotions. He found himself drawn to the peacefulness of the district, which seemed to contrast with the turmoil in his mind. The prince couldn't help but feel transfixed by the sight before him, the tranquility of the landscape offering a temporary respite from his inner turmoil.

A sharp knock on the door suddenly jolted him out of his reverie. He turned his heart racing to see his mother, the queen, enter the room. Her presence was commanding, as always, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness in her company. But she smiled at him warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and he felt a sense of relief wash over him. She wrapped her arms tightly around her son and pulled him in close. He nestled against her chest, his frame fitting perfectly in her embrace. She could feel his warmth against her skin, and she breathed in deeply, taking in the sweet scent of his hair.

She bent down to kiss his forehead softly, feeling his soft skin against her lips. It was a bittersweet moment for her, as she longed to hold onto her little boy forever but knew that he was growing up so fast. She savored the feeling of his body against hers, feeling the love and connection between them.

Finally, she released him from her embrace. She felt a sense of contentment and joy in her heart, knowing she had given her son the love and affection he needed.

"My dear child, my heart goes out to you, and I am truly sorry that I failed you in my duty to protect you. I can only imagine the pain and struggles you must have endured. However, I want you to know that I am here for you and will do all I can to provide comfort and support no matter where I am."

As Nazuma met his mother's gaze, he was moved by the overwhelming love and compassion he saw in her eyes. He could sense the depth of her emotions, and it touched him deeply. At that moment, he felt a sense of connection with his mother, a bond that transcended words. He could feel the love pouring out of her, enveloping him warmly. It was clear to him that she cared for him deeply, and he was grateful for her unwavering support and affection. Seeing the tenderness in her eyes, Nazuma was reminded that he was not alone; he had someone who loved him deeply and would always be there for him.

Upon receiving the queen's summon, the servants hastened to the prince's chambers, eager to prepare for his much-anticipated bath. They would approach the task with utmost care and attention to detail, ensuring that every aspect of the preparation was executed to the prince and princess's exacting standards.

The servants would begin by drawing a large, ornate tub and filling it with hot water, carefully adjusting the temperature to Nazuma and Daitsuya's liking. They would then add fragrant oils and bubbles, creating a relaxing and rejuvenating atmosphere within the chamber.

Next, the servants would select the softest and most luxurious towels, laying them out on a nearby table along with clean garments for the young royals to wear after they bathe. As they disrobed, the servants would avert their eyes, offering them the utmost privacy and respect.

With them all now seated in the tub, the servants would begin their meticulous work of washing and scrubbing every inch of them, using gentle yet effective techniques to leave their skin feeling soft and refreshed. They would also attend to each of their locs, carefully washing and conditioning it until it shone with a radiant luster.

After the bath was complete, the servants would assist the queen in drying off and dressing in her fresh garments, ensuring that she looked and felt her very best. As the queen departed the chamber, the servants would smile, content in the knowledge that they had fulfilled their duty in providing them with a truly luxurious and rejuvenating experience.


Noon..

In the aftermath of recent events, he was acutely aware that he had lost the trust of the people of the Ascension. He realized that regaining their confidence would require a significant amount of time and effort on his part. He knew that he would have to demonstrate his commitment to making things right and that he would need to take concrete steps to restore their faith in him.

He understood it would be an uphill battle, but he was determined to win over the people of the Ascension once again. He would work tirelessly to show them that he was a leader they could depend on and that he took their safety and security seriously. He would take every possible measure to ensure that such an incident never occurred again and that the people of the Ascension felt safe and protected under his mother's leadership. He was willing to put in the hard work and dedication required to regain their trust, and he was confident that with time and effort, he would be able to earn back the respect and confidence of the people of the Ascension.

He and Daitsuya watched as the small district of Denkou began to come to life. The merchants began to open shops, and the isles filled with people. Nazuma decided to see what this district had to offer, so he put on his clothing and wrapped his scarf, Halunei, around himself like a hood. He was dressed and still had his king thread underneath his attire. The Ruby King's Kingsthread fabric was considered as an epitome of luxury and sophistication. Its soft, velvety texture and rich, vibrant hue had made it a favorite among the elite and wealthy. However, it had been many years since the fabric had been used in clothing on the mainland.

The reason for its disappearance from the fashion scene remains with Nazuma. Some say that the supply of the precious gemstones used to dye the fabric had run out, while others claim that the Nazuma had the weavers who possessed the skill to produce the fabric had moved to a remote location. Whatever the cause, the fact remained that the Ruby Kingsthread fabric was a thing that only Nazuma had access to. Yet, its legacy lingered on, as stories of the fabric's magnificence and allure were passed down through generations. Even now, the mere mention of its name evokes a sense of wonder and longing in those who had once beheld its beauty.

The fabric in question was a work of art in itself. Its soft texture was a testament to the skill and craftsmanship of the weaver, who had spent countless hours creating this masterpiece. The fabric was made from the finest ruby, sourced from the kingdom's farthest reaches. The intricate designs blended traditional motifs and modern patterns, and each thread was woven with great care and precision.

The fabric was considered a symbol of prestige and elegance, and only the most deserving owners were deemed worthy. The fabric was said to have a magical quality that enhanced the wearer's beauty and made them stand out in any crowd.

As fate would have it, the fabric found its way into the hands of the Denkai couple, who were known for their impeccable taste and refined sensibilities. They cherished the fabric as a priceless possession, and it became a symbol of their trust in each other. The fabric was so exquisite that it was befitting that only the Denkai couple owned it, and the fabric added to the grandeur of any occasion. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation and excitement on the day he walked into the Eye of the Father again. It was a momentous occasion that would be etched in the memories of all who bore witness. Despite his nerves, he stood tall and resolute as the buckles of his clothing tightened, and he stood at the ready.

The Princess put on her clothing; as they stepped out of the door, the sunlight illuminated her stunning locs, which were intricately woven and styled to perfection. Her long, flowing ponytail was adorned with vibrant beads and accessories that shimmered in the light, adding elegance to her captivating appearance. As they embarked on their journey, she exuded an infectious sense of confidence and pride, and together, they walked with purpose and determination. With the gentle breeze brushing past her hair, she emerged from her cozy chalet into the serene and picturesque landscape of the Asencion. The vibrant hues of the blooming flowers, the birds chirping, and the sun's warmth on her skin instantly put her in a good mood. The balmy temperatures of the region were a welcome change from the icy chill of the Alps, and she was determined to make the most of it. She chose her attire carefully, choosing clothing that elegantly showcased her curves and accentuated her femininity. As she strolled around the stunning surroundings, she felt a sense of confidence and freedom that had been missing. The Asencion was indeed a place of beauty and tranquility, and she was thrilled to show off her figure in such a heavenly setting.

"Isn't this your childhood home where you've spent years of your life? The home that holds countless memories of your growing up years, the place where you took your first steps, where you learned to ride a wyvern, and where you laughed and played with your family and friends. I can sense the nostalgia in your eyes. Don't you agree?"

She said as she wandered through the bustling streets of the mainland, she glanced over at Nazuma, who seemed unfazed by the chaos surrounding them. She couldn't help but ask him if she was standing out too much as a tourist. She observed how his eyes scanned the busy streets, taking in every detail without showing any signs of anxiety or unease. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to her own, and she found herself admiring his ability to remain composed even in the most hectic of environments.

"It has been quite some time since my last visit, and the transformation that has taken place is striking. Despite all the changes, it is gratifying to see that this particular region of the Kingdom has managed to retain its vitality. As I stand here, I cannot help but feel a sense of obligation to safeguard this land that sustains so much life. However, I am also painfully aware of my own shortcomings. At this moment, I feel weak and powerless, and I know that I must become stronger if I am to fulfill my duty and protect this place that means so much to so many."

With fingers entwined, they strolled leisurely along the aisles and took in the sights of children running around and playing with unbridled joy. The families around them seemed to be living in a state of pure happiness, enjoying the simple pleasures of life. The couple couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over them as they walked, feeling grateful for the moment of peace and harmony amidst the chaos.

The couple walked hand in hand, their fingers interlaced, through the vibrant marketplace, which was bustling with activity. The smell of freshly baked bread, exotic spices, and roasting meat filled the air, mingling with the sound of children's laughter and the rustling of shopping bags. The colors of the stalls were vibrant, with brightly colored fabrics and fresh produce on display, creating a kaleidoscope of hues that dazzled the eye.

The market was a hub of activity, with Denkou of all shapes and sizes going about their day, perusing the various stalls and shops. The children ran around with unbridled enthusiasm, darting through the crowds and playing games, while their parents watched with delight and pride. The couple walked slowly, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling marketplace, observing the different people and products around them.

As they leisurely walked through the colorful and lively market, their senses were fully awakened by the sights, sounds, and smells around them. The market was alive with the sounds of vendors calling out to potential customers, the chatter of people haggling over prices, and the hum of happiness and contentment that filled the air. They felt a great sense of peace and contentment, relishing every moment of this harmonious and peaceful scene in the midst of the bustling market.

The aroma of freshly cooked street food filled their nostrils, and they couldn't resist the temptation to stop and sample some of the exotic delicacies on offer. The food was expertly seasoned with a variety of fragrant spices and herbs, which infused each bite with a unique and enticing flavor that lingered on their taste buds.

As they continued their stroll, they couldn't help but notice the friendly and welcoming vendors who greeted them with warm smiles. The vendors were eager to showcase their products and engage in conversation, making the experience even more enjoyable.

One particular vendor caught eye with of the garments made of intricately woven threads that Nalumire and the princess wore. The garment, known as Ruby Kingsthread. Everyone who passed by marveled at the artistry of the garment.

"Could it truly be you? In all my years it is you! The Son of Darcovis, Prince Nazuma. Please! "

As the couple passed by a small shop, a man emerged and began running after them. Daitsuya, who was walking at the back of the prince admiring the smells of the street cuisine , turned around and immediately assumed a defensive stance, ready to take down the man if necessary. However, Nalumire, who was walking beside her, quickly realized that the man wasn't a threat and stepped in front of Daitsuya, blocking her path.

The man, who had been chasing after them, was panting heavily and looked like he was about to collapse. Nalumire spoke to him in a calm and reassuring voice, "May I ask why, did you pursue me so ambitiously?" Nalumire asked as The man explained that he had seen them passing by his shop and had recognized them. He wanted to offer them some of his products and had run after them to catch up.

Daitsuya, who had relaxed her stance, was still a bit suspicious of the man. She asked him what kind of products he sold and if they were of good quality. The man eagerly showed them some of his merchandise, which included handmade jewelry and traditional clothing. He explained that he had been running his shop for over 20 years and that he took great pride in his work.

As the man thanked them for stopping and listening to him. Daitsuya, who had softened her attitude towards him, bowed, feeling sorry for the chance encounter.

"It seems we are quite the eye catcher today. One wouldn't know that we had a very eventful night our first night back."

The princess was deeply troubled as she recounted the events of the previous night. They had only just arrived and were settling in for a night's rest when they were suddenly ambushed by Idarei and his golems. It soon became clear that the attacker was one of the prince's enemies who had a personal grudge against the prince and wanted to exact revenge on her to hurt him. The attacker was fierce and tunefully skilled, but the princess fought bravely to protect the prince while he was asleep . Thankfully, they were able to fend off the attack and escape with their lives. However, the incident left her shaken and on high alert, knowing that they were not safe and that the enemy may strike again at any moment.

Nalumire could feel her worry and decided to treat her to a day on the town, the Prince extended his arm towards the door and beckoned the lady to enter the shop before them. He felt he owed her this much as he wanted to comfort her. The Man convinced Nalumire to allow the man to examine his Ruby Kingsthread. and He agreed to give them some information as they stepped inside, he followed closely behind"How about I treat you to some of the luxuries of the main kingdom. Maybe some new jewels would settle your mind. You see this district is highly protected by your mother and her followers. So we can surly take in the moments of peace."

The Denkai Royals would entertain the man allowing him to study their attire, dressed in their finest fabrics, he studied each thread of their garments gleaming in the light. The man, a skilled weaver himself, was immediately drawn to the intricate details and exceptional craftsmanship of their Kingsthread. His gaze then wandered towards the windows of his shop, which were adorned with an array of precious gemstones and exotic stones, each one more stunning than the next. The air was thick with the scent of magic, and the outside of the shop was filled with displays of fabric, weapons, jewels and other items each one precisely calibrated and weaved the special material that the master craftsman was known for.

"In all My year's I only dreamt of seeing this fabric. This is truly a thread for royals of your stature, please allow yourselves to gander upon that of my wears. I see to it they will be of your liking."

The man said as he opened the door to his shop. As the Princess' eyes adjusted to the grandeur of the shop, she was struck with a sense of disbelief at the sheer magnitude of the building before her. The shop was a wonderland of precious gemstones and exquisite fabrics, each one more dazzling and captivating than the last. Barrels upon barrels of diamonds and exotic stones were stacked around the shop, each one waiting to be transformed into something truly magical by the skilled hands of the craftsmen.

The shop was equipped with state-of-the-art machines and tools, each one specialized for a particular task, each one indicating the intricate steps involved in creating and weaving the special fabric, weapons and items of the Denkou. The man standing before them was the master craftsman who owned the shop, and his creativity seemed unmatched in the industry. The Denkai Royal was humbled and honored to be standing in the presence of such talent and creativity.

Nalumire was captivated by the man's vibrant energy and found himself drawn to the mans infectious enthusiasm. He couldn't resist the urge to ask him for recommendations on interesting places to visit nearby, and the man was more than happy to oblige. He suggested several of his favorite spots with great enthusiasm, his passion for exploration and discovery evident in the way he spoke.

One of the places he recommended was a dense area in the forest where he often went to collect gemstones. He spoke about it excitedly, describing the various types of precious stones he had found there over the years. He also mentioned an old, ancient-looking structure that had remained untouched for years, its secrets hidden away from the world. The man had explored the area extensively, and he shared fascinating stories about his adventures there.

One of the most intriguing stories was about a nearby temple with a jeweled door deep inside. The man believed that the door was sealing away some rare and valuable gemstones, and he had always been fascinated by the mystery surrounding it. He even shared an exciting anecdote about King Myos, who had once attempted to open the doors to the tomb but eventually gave up after some time.

Intrigued by the story, Nalumire asked the man for directions to the temple. However, he was surprised to discover later that the so-called temple was, in fact, a hidden bunker located outside the ascension. Despite the initial confusion of why he wanted directions, Nalumire was grateful for the man's recommendations and looked forward to seeing him again.

The verdant expanse of the Emerald Ascension forest stretched out before Prince Na'lumire, its towering trees swaying gently in the warm breeze. Daitsuya, the graceful and intelligent princess, kept pace beside him, her eyes scanning the lush undergrowth for any sign of danger.

Na'lumire ran his fingers through his Locs, his determined gaze fixed on the path ahead. The scent of wildflowers filled the air, and the distant call of exotic birds echoed through the forest. This was their quest, to uncover the truth and restore justice to his kingdom, no matter the cost.

"According to the merchant, the entrance to the bunker should be just ahead," Na'lumire said, his voice low and measured.

Daitsuya nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I sense a powerful concealing spell, Bregòn ."

With a bust of Naten she would release them from the spells of the runes that hid the outside forest from the people.

As they ventured deeper into the forest, the sunlight filtering through the canopy above cast dappled shadows on the mossy ground. Na'lumire's golden eyes scanned the area, searching for any sign of the hidden entrance.

"There," he said, gesturing to a thick tangle of vines and moss. "That must be it."

Carefully, the prince and princess pushed aside the verdant growth, revealing a set of ancient, weathered steps leading down into the earth. “Well if the passage to the purgatory was a place. Hehe”

Na'lumire stale faced glanced at Daitsuya, for trying to be funny, and together they descended into the darkness, their footsteps echoing in the still air, magical torches lit dimly as the journeyed deeper down.

The corridor they found themselves in was dimly lit, It had six passages ways the walls lined with intricate carvings and faded murals. Na'lumire brushed his fingers over the smooth stone, his mind racing with questions. What secrets did this place hold? Why was Myos here? What were they looking for?

Daitsuya's voice broke the silence. "I sense a powerful magical aura. Something is here this place…. Isn’t aban….

No sooner had the words left her lips than a rumble shook the ground as they heard a spine chilling roar and a hulking creature emerged from the shadows of one of the corridors of the maze, Its eyes glowed with a menacing red light, and its massive claws gleamed in the dim light. Its roar echoed off the walls of the Labyrinth. It quickly rushed the duo in a mad rage.

Throwing strikes at intense speed, they parried Summoning their weapons, Syraid and Syrail Na'lumire and Daitsuya sprang into action, their powers combining in a dazzling display. The Denkai Royal's Naten churned and manipulated the air, the creature stood between the two of them as the spoke in sync “Kings Art: Focus Magic: Haos Vacuum!!” creating a powerful vortex that buffeted the creature, while Daitsuya's hands crackled with Naten, searing the beast.

The gale was fierce, the very walls trembling under the onslaught of their powers. Na'lumire's brow glistened with sweat as he focused his Naten, his wind magic swirling around Syraid like a protective shield as he rotated the hilt.

Their spell wove intricate patterns in the air, allowed their movements to be graceful and precise with the winged blades. But the creature was relentless, its massive jaws snapping and its claws slashing through the attack.

In a desperate move, Na'lumire summoned a powerful attack, Kingsart:Focus Magic: Haos Twister, the winds howling and swirling around the beast. Daitsuya's magic surged, Valkyries Dance: Brunhilde’s Ballot, spirals of wind magic began slamming into the creature's torso as Daitsuya danced around the creature trying to find an opportunity to impale it.
It began guarding itself against the onslaught of attacks the two of them, With a final synchronized attack they found an opening. A thunderous roar, and the creature collapsed, its massive form crashing to the ground. As they both attacked stabbing the beast in its heart, Na'lumire and Daitsuya stood panting, their clothes torn and their faces etched with exhaustion.

"So not door number three aye, " Daitsuya said, her voice tinged with a hint of relief .

Na'lumire uneasily nodded, his fingers instinctively running through his hair clearing his face of his Locs. "That was easy..hehe… But we must go on. Are you okay. I don’t know but I feel we should go this way.?”

She would nod.

They continued their journey through the dimly lit corridors, their senses on high alert for any further threats. The walls were lined with ancient relics and artifacts, each one a tantalizing clue to the secrets of this place.

“What is this place?” Daitsuya asked. It was as if they were inside another world. As the walked through the labyrinth it seem as if they traveled into a desolate barren place. It became foggy and one could barely see in front themselves. If it weren’t for the incredible connections to each other, they might have lost each other.

“From the looks of it…This is the tomb of the Kings, these are replicas of the weapons and armors they used during their steads as King, Remember their has only been three Emerald Kings. Ains, My father, and My Brother, Dalazar.” He said as they continued.

It seems they were in a maze constantly turn left and right going down stairs and up them as well. It even seem at some point they where on the ceiling and everything below was now above and vise versa. But it didn’t feel as if they were lost. It was like Nal had something calling to him the deeper he went into the hallways.

“However, we have had Ascended Denkou rule over the rest… from what Da use to tell me and my brothers, Each King had a different armor tailored for them to reign as King.But there are special armors and relics solely for the true Emerald King… these here were made to keep enemies to believe we buried our Kings with their weapons the last millennium. Hints why each Denkou royals have our King Arms since we are born. My scarf Haluine, my blade Syraid and my pact with Toko aren’t just a chance of luck.From the day we are born our paths are set.”


Finally, they reached a large, circular chamber[/url], its walls adorned with intricate carvings and symbols. In the center stood a pedestal, upon which lay a jeweled crested chest.

Na'lumire approached the pedestal, his fingers trembling. As he opened the chest, Na’lumire’s eyes widened with excitement.

"This is a map," he breathed, "leading to the location of …."

Daitsuya's eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her tone deepened comically. "The Pondaphix? What the hell is that ?"

Na'lumire shrugged, his gaze fixed on the intricate details of the map. It showed a island deep in the alps in the center of the frozen wasteland.

"However, if this map is what I think it is, then we must show it to Mam and her team back in the Science district."

Daitsuya opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, a sharp pain lanced through her side. She gasped, her hand clutching the wound, and Na'lumire caught her as she stumbled.

"Suya!"

he cried, his voice tinged with panic.

“What happened?"

The princess grimaced, her eyes clouded with pain.

"I... I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you. But had to keep going I knew you would’ve had a fit if you found out that I got hurt, we must get out of here, quickly. This really is starting to hurt now, my healing magic isn’t working, this maybe more severe than I expected.tck"

Na'lumire nodded, his wind magic swirling around them as he guided Daitsuya back through the corridors, his mind racing with questions.

As they emerged into the dappled sunlight of the Emerald Ascension forest, Na'lumire knew that their quest had only just begun. With the map in hand and Daitsuya and he steeled themselves for the challenges that lay ahead, determined to uncover the truth and restore justice to the kingdom.

As he walked out of the bunker he found himself facing another man who had malice in his eyes.

“Hello, Prince Nazuma..” he said as the Prince stepped into the sunlight. A howling wind danced across the sheets of trees. As a silence set in.

As they emerged into Emerald Ascension forest, a the lush tapestry of towering trees and vibrant undergrowth, stood as a serene backdrop to the impending confrontation. Na'lumire and Daitsuya stepped out from the hidden bunker, their expressions became tense as they scanned the area. The air was unsettling it smelled of bloodlust. Suddenly, a surge of electric energy crackled through the air, and a figure materialized before them. It was Idanro, the second eldest brother of Ida, his chiseled features twisted into a smug grin.

"Well, well, if it isn't the murderous prince and his battered war dog ," Idanro sneered, his piercing blue eyes filled with disdain. "I've been waiting for you."

Na'lumire's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, his body tensing for the inevitable battle. Daitsuya, her graceful movements betraying her injury , stepped forward to stand beside him, her hands glowing with the beginnings of a spell.

"I figured when Idarei attacked us the other day this would happen… What do you want, Idanro?" Na'lumire demanded, his voice firm and unwavering.

Idanro's laughter echoed through the forest, tinged with a hint of cruelty. "What… I want my revenge and I want to see the fall of the useless Astral line the Daishin’s awakening is inevitable . You twins mutts, dear prince, are the last obstacle standing in our way. "

Electricity crackled around Idanro's body, his power palpable as they charged the atmosphere. Na'lumire and Daitsuya braced themselves, as they combined their magic for a formidable defense against the onslaught of electric plasma.

The battle began in a display of elemental fury. Idanro's electric plasma magic lashed out like whips, the ground breaking beneath the force of his attacks. Na'lumire countered with his wind magic, his graceful movements shaping the games into a protective shields. Daitsuya, used her abilities woven into the dance, unleashing a barrage of attack that disoriented their enemy.
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The forest echoed with the sounds of the clash, the very trees swaying under the strain of the attacks. Na'lumire pushed his wind magic to its limits, trying to maintain his concentration as he tried to gain the upper hand. Daitsuya, her movements fluid and precise, still wove her spells with showing practiced ease of a seasoned mage, providing vital support to the prince. If the tentacles of Idanro’s attack got behind him she would shield him. Acting as a supportive force.

But Idanro was relentless, his fury seemingly endless. He pressed his advantage, pushing Na'lumire and Daitsuya to separate. The prince's wind magic, struggled to contain the sheer power of Idanro's attacks, and Daitsuya's protection spells were beginning to waiver.

“Let’s see how mighty are you without your Lapdog, Kingslayer Art: Calamity Magic: Deimos’ Bolt”

In a Powerful move, Idanro unleashed a devastating bolt of electricity, its crackling energy homing in on Daitsuya. Na'lumire, his eyes widening with alarm, pushed his wind magic to its limits, creating a barrier to shield her. The impact was deafening, and Daitsuya's face contorted in agony as the electricity surged through her body.

Seeing her suffering, Na'lumire's expression hardened as his eyes changed to that of the ma Marashin, and his wind magic erupted into a raging tempest as the wings of the Marashin manifested and His silver Locs became blood red. The air around him swirled with unbridled power, his rage fueling the intensity of winds that danced through the trees.

Kings Art: Aeros Dance of Hades


Idanro, caught off guard by the prince's sudden surge of strength, found himself overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught.

As the battle raged on, Na'lumire's mind filled with thoughts of Ida's murder, Myos' treachery, and the dark secrets that had been hidden from the kingdom. He knew that the answers he sought lay within Idanro's mind, and he was determined to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.

King’s Art:Containment Magic: Haos Prison

With a final, powerful burst of wind magic, Na'lumire managed to capture Idanro, his electric plasma magic disappearing against the swirling winds. The prince's eyes burned with a fierce rage, as he demanded answers from his captive foe.

"Speak, Idanro! What is the plan of Myos? What is the connection between the Astral and the usurpation of the throne?"

Idanro, his expression contorted with malice as spat back, "You fool! You know nothing of the grand design that has been set in motion. Myos is merely playing a much larger game, one that will see the Lineage of The Arashin and The Marashin eradicated from our great bloodline and The Daishin rise to power!… You think you lived this long because of the laws of your Father?! HA! I curse the name of Dracovis and his lineage, I curse the Name of Denkai with the spilling of the Astral blood the Daishin will rise! Thy Koudjinn no Kai!”

Na'lumire's brow folded, his mind racing with Idanro's words. Before he could press the matter further, a sudden movement caught his eye, and he turned to see Daitsuya, her body battered and burned, her breathing shallow.

Rushing to her side, Na'lumire gently cradled her in his arms, his Devine wind magic working to stabilize her condition. Daitsuya's eyes fluttered open, and she managed a weak smile.

"The... Pondaphix," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We must Protect it.. I remember now.. i..it’s” she stuttered as she faded out once more.

Na'lumire's expression hardened with determination. "I will Daitsuya, and I will uncover the truth that has been hidden from this kingdom. I promise you."

As the prince held his wounded companion, the weight of his destiny pressed heavily upon him. The battle with Idanro had been a harsh reminder of the challenges that lay ahead, and Na'lumire knew that he must be prepared to face the full might of the forces that threatened to destroy the Denkou and Denkai.

With his powers still not being fully dispelled and Daitsuya's life hanging in the balance, Na'lumire steeled his resolve, determined to uncover the secrets of his past.

Soon the Royal Guards entered the battlefield. Quickly they detained Idanro allowing Na’lumire to focus more on the princess’s condition.They would get in a airship as medical personnel came to the princesses aid. The prince sat in silence as the convoy headed towards the Kingdom.

Several days later


The Emerald Ascension palace was a place of grandeur and power, but as everyone entered the hall for Prince Na'lumire's trial, it was filled with an uneasy tension. Myos, the King, stood before the council with a look of determination on his face, but one could see the conflict in his eyes. As much as he wanted justice for the alleged crimes, he still hated Na'lumire . The atmosphere was thick with conflicting emotions as the trial began.

As Myos stood on the raised platform, his voice boomed throughout the Great Hall. His piercing eyes scanned the sea of faces below, and he could feel the tension in the air. "This imposter," he spat, his words echoing off the stone walls, "has schemed with the Astral Kingdom to steal my throne through treachery and deceit. He poses a dangerous threat to our kingdom's stability, and he must be held accountable for his actions." The crowd murmured in agreement, their fear and anger palpable. "Since his arrival," Myos continued, "there have been numerous incidents resulting in catastrophic damage to our city's outer limits. He has even attacked members of the Denkou royal family, and we all know of his volatile past as a child. It seems his powers are still not under control, making him a threat to both Kingdoms of Denkou." Myos' proclamation was met with resounding applause and shouts of support from the crowd.

Na'lumire, rose to defend himself. His heart was heavy with guilt and fear as he spoke out against Myos, his own brother. But he knew the truth had to be revealed, no matter the consequences.

"Myos, you accuse me of lies, but it is you who has betrayed our people," Na'lumire declared, his voice shaking with conflicted emotions. "You have used the Daishin's power to control and manipulate our kin, even killing those who dare to challenge your rule."

Myos scoffed at the accusations, insisting that the Daishin was merely a myth. But deep down, Na'lumire knew it was all too real. It had consumed him and his actions had caused the deaths of his own kin. He couldn't forgive Myos for what he had done.

As Tamaar stood up to defend Na'lumire, he felt torn between gratefulness and shame. Grateful for someone standing up for him, but ashamed of what they were defending him for. The memories flashed before them as Tamaar opened a connection to the Iribrium, revealing the attacks from Idarei and Idanro. Part of him wanted to believe it was all just a misunderstanding, while another part felt guilty for causing dishonor to those he once loved.

As Queen Ar'gro approached the grand throne, her purple and gold robes swished with each graceful step. She stood tall and proud, representing Na'lumire in front of the rest of the kingdoms gathered for the meeting. With a clear voice, she recounted Nalumire's great accomplishments under the teachings of the Astral Kingdom. She spoke of how he had been bestowed with the prestigious title of 'Arcanum Iris' and was now considered one of the most powerful Royal Knights serving in the Astral City of Chaos alongside their allied forces.

The other rulers nodded as Queen Ar'gro continued to praise Na'lumire's bravery and strength. Even Myos couldn't deny his brother's impressive achievements.

However it seemed to not be enough the crowd was not swayed the council showed no hint of their decision wonder if they should risk their lives to say it was all true that they knew of Myos's manipulations and ploys to rule out the Council. Just as the word began to be spoken on Na'lumire's life a grand, thunderous crash, the double doors burst open and Idara strode into the hall, her eyes blazing with fierce determination. Her voice carried like a sword through the murmurs of the crowd as she cried out, "Pardon my intrusion, But I can no longer sit aside and watch this happen, Myos, is the vessel of The Daishin and it is no mere myth!" Gasps and whispers rippled through the room at her bold proclamation.

Gasps filled the hall as Idara's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of truth and deception unraveled. Myos' knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing with a cold fury that promised retribution. The audience shifted uneasily, sensing the tides of power shifting in the room.

As the silence stretched taut between them, a flicker of something akin to fear crossed Myos’ face before it was swiftly replaced by a mask of icy composure. With a calculated calmness that sent shivers down their spines, he raised a hand and beckoned for Idara to approach him.

Idara hesitated for a moment, her gaze unwavering as she stepped closer to the throne where Myos sat, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Without a word, he reached out and touched her forehead with a chilling tenderness that belied his malevolent intentions.

Memories flooded back to Idara, memories of her sister's screams echoing through the dark chambers of the Sun Goku Bear manor, of the cruel devices and twisted spells he had used to break her spirit and bend her will to his. Five years ago, she had watched helplessly as her sister's fiery defiance turned to hollow submission under Myos' insidious influence. And now, standing before him once more, she could see the same sinister magic lurking behind his unnaturally calm facade.

Idara stood tall, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination as she faced her brother's accusations. "I have seen the evidence with my own eyes, Myos. I know what you are capable of," she stated, her voice steady and unwavering.

The other first chairs shifted uncomfortably in their seats, unsure of how to react to the tense confrontation unfolding before them. Queen Ar'gro exchanged a worried glance with King Argoven, while a denkou second chair stared at his uncle, a head Flonne with a mixture of fear and disgust. Myos's lips twisted into a cruel smile as he leaned back on his throne. "And what evidence do you speak of, dear sister? Your delusions?" he taunted, his voice laced with malice.

Idara felt her anger rising at his dismissive tone. "You know very well what I speak of," she retorted firmly. "The torture devices hidden in your chambers, the dark magic you use to control and manipulate others."

Myos scoffed. "That is simply part of being a ruler, sister," he replied nonchalantly. "You must be willing to do whatever it takes to maintain your power and ensure loyalty from your subjects."

"You call that loyalty?" Idara snapped back. "Those who follow you only do so out of fear and desperation."

"Why should they not fear me? I am their king," Myos said coldly.

Idara shook her head in disbelief. She could see now that there was no reasoning with her brother; he had become completely consumed by his hunger for power and control.

As the tension continued to rise between them, Nalumire stepped forward from where he had been standing quietly by Queen Ar'gro's side. He locked gazes with Myos, his stance unyielding.

"As an Heir of the Astral Kingdom, it is my duty to uphold justice and protect those who are oppressed," he declared, his voice booming with authority.

Myos sneered

Idara stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Myos's. She knew her testimony was crucial in exposing his tyranny. "I have witnessed firsthand the horrors you have inflicted upon our people," she began, her voice resonating with conviction. "The screams of innocents echo in the halls of your castle. Your reign is built upon fear and suffering."

The council members leaned in, intrigued by the revelations. Some looked troubled, while others exchanged knowing glances, as if they had long suspected the rumors of Myos's cruelty. But even with her damning words, they remained hesitant to act against the current king.

"Your power may have come from the Daishin," she continued, "but it is a power that corrupts and destroys. It is not a power that should be wielded by one who seeks to rule with a injust hand."

Myos's sneer grew into a full-blown snarl, his fists clenching at the mention of the forbidden power. He knew that Idara's words carried weight, especially with the proof of Na'lumire's attacks displayed before them. However, the council remained neutral, not wanting to disrupt the delicate balance of power.

The tension grew palpable as Idara spoke of the innocent lives lost under Myos's rule, her voice growing stronger with each word. She described the whispers of fear that followed the king's every move, the way the people of Denkou cowered at his very name. Her words painted a dark picture of a kingdom in turmoil, one that could no longer stand under the weight of his tyranny.

Yet, despite her impassioned speech, the council remained seated, their expressions a mix of doubt and skepticism. It was clear that they needed more than just her account to challenge a king's reign. They were bound by tradition and protocol, and the weight of their decision would not be swayed by emotional appeals alone.

The room grew still as Idara finished speaking, the only sound the crackling of the torches that lined the walls. Myos stood, his eyes never leaving hers, and addressed the council with a voice that could cut through steel. "You have heard the claims of this traitorous sister," he said, his tone cold and calculated. "But where is the proof? Do not be fooled by her emotional rhetoric. She seeks only to divide us."

The council looked to one another, weighing the gravity of the situation. They knew that if they were to act against Myos, it would have dire consequences for the kingdom. Yet, the power of the Emerald Council was not to be underestimated.

"Bring forth the witnesses," one of the council members finally spoke, breaking the silence. "Let us hear from those who have suffered under the king's rule."

Myos's expression tightened, realizing that the battle for the throne was far from over. He knew that the council would not make a hasty decision, and that the truth could indeed be his downfall. But he was not one to be easily deterred. He had come too far to let his kingdom slip through his grasp.

The guards brought forth a line of trembling citizens, each with a story of suffering and fear under Myos's reign. Their harrowing tales painted a stark contrast to the gleaming halls of the palace. Each story chipped away at the facade of power that Myos had so carefully constructed.

As the last witness stepped down, Idara turned to Na'lumire. "Now is the time for you to speak," she said quietly. "Tell them who you are and what you stand for."

Na'lumire took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the room's attention on his shoulders. He knew that his words would either convince the council to stand with him or seal his fate as a traitor.

"I am Na'lumire Alexerexes Ri'ore Denkou, the Heir of the Astral Kingdom, Second Son of The Great Third Emerald King Dracovis Siegfried Ri'ore Denkou" he began, his voice steady. "I stand before you today not to claim what is rightfully mine, but to save our kingdom from the corruption that has taken root within it."

The council listened intently, their expressions unreadable. As he spoke of his vision for a peaceful and prosperous Denkou, free from fear and oppression, the whispers in the room grew quieter.

"I will not rule with an iron fist," Na'lumire continued, his gaze sweeping over the assembly. "But with compassion and wisdom, guided by the light of our Forefathers."

Idara watched as the council members exchanged glances, their expressions inscrutable. She knew that their decision would not come easily, that the fate of their kingdom rested heavily upon their shoulders.

The chamber remained silent as Na'lumire presented the seal of the Astral Kingdom, a glowing ruby falcon embedded in a gold band. It was an artifact of immense power, a symbol of his birthright. "With this seal, I swear to uphold the legacy of our ancestors and bring forth an era of justice and harmony," he declared, his voice resonating through the grand hall.

The room erupted into murmurs as the council members conferred with one another, debating the authenticity of the evidence and the implications of his claim. Tamaar stepped forward, her eyes never leaving the seal. "If what you say is true, Na'lumire, then why have you not revealed yourself sooner?" she asked, her voice a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

"For years, I searched for the truth, for a way to free our people from the shackles of fear," Na'lumire replied, his eyes meeting hers. "I studied the ancient texts, seeking the wisdom to understand the ways of the Marashin. It was only upon finding the seal, hidden by Queen Ar'Gin in her final moments, that I knew it was time to act."

The council's leader, Lord Zayden, called for order, his gavel echoing through the chamber. "We will adjourn to deliberate," he announced, his gaze lingering on Na'lumire. "Your fate and the fate of our kingdom will be decided when we reconvene."

The tension in the room was palpable as the council members filed out, leaving Na'lumire, Idara, Queen Argo, King Agroven and Tamaar alone. They shared a look, each feeling the gravity of the moment. They had come so far, risked so much, and now they could only wait for the council's verdict.

In the private chambers, the council members sat around a large, ancient table, the emerald light from the seal casting an eerie glow over their faces. They debated into the night, weighing the testimonies and evidence before them. The whispers grew louder, the accusations more intense, until finally, Lord Zayden slammed his fist down. "Enough!" he exclaimed. "We must decide before dawn breaks."

One by one, the council members cast their votes, their voices echoing through the silent chamber. The fate of Na'lumire and the kingdom of Denkou hung in the balance, each vote a stone in the scale of justice. The air grew thick with anticipation as the final tally was made.

Lord Zayden stood, his face stern. "By the power vested in us by the ancient covenant, we, the Council of the Emerald Ascension, declare Prince Na'lumire Alexerexes Ri'ore Denkou to be acquitted of all his charges on the grounds he finds his brother, Prince Dalazaar ."

The chamber exploded with gasps and murmurs. Na'lumire's heart raced in his chest, his eyes locked onto those of Myos. It felt as though the very walls of the palace were shaking with the tremor of the decision.

"However," Zayden's voice grew solemn, "We cannot ignore the gravity of the accusations made against King Myos. The claim of the existence of the Daishin and his use of dark magic to maintain power is a serious offense, one that warrants investigation."

The council members nodded gravely, their faces etched with concern. They knew that this was not the end of the battle but the beginning of a long and arduous journey to restore peace and truth to the land.

As the council dispersed to carry out their duties, Na'lumire turned to Idara, her eyes gleaming with hope. "We must find Dazuma" he said urgently. "It's the only way to prove Myos's corruption and save our people."

Idara nodded, her resolve unwavering. "We will," she replied. "We'll gather our allies, and together, we'll bring the light back to Denkou."

They stepped out of the chamber, the weight of their mission heavy on their shoulders. The palace corridors, once a prison of fear, now felt like the birthplace of a revolution. The whispers of the witnesses' tales had spread throughout the palace, sparking a flame of rebellion in the hearts of those who had suffered under Myos's rule.

As they made their way to the throne room, where Myos awaited his fate, they knew that the true battle was just beginning. They had won a small victory, but the war for their kingdom's soul was far from over. The shadows of doubt and fear lingered, but the light of hope burned brighter than ever before.

The Royals entered the throne room, the air thick with anticipation. King Myos sat upon the emerald throne, his face a mask of calm, his eyes betraying the turmoil within. The council members stood before him, the seal of the Rai-father displayed prominently in their hands.

"King Myos," Lord Zayden announced, "You have been found guilty of treason and the use of forbidden magic. You are hereby stripped of your title and power. Prepare to face the consequences of your actions."

Myos's eyes flashed with anger, but he remained silent, his grip tightening on the armrests of the throne. The guards moved forward, ready to seize him.

In that moment, a sudden, deafening roar shook the palace. The ground trembled, and the walls seemed to crack. A blast of dark energy shot through the air, and the room went black.

When the light returned, the council members lay scattered on the floor, unconscious. Na'lumire and Idara stood back to back, their eyes wide with shock. Before them, Myos had vanished, leaving only a trail of shadows in his wake. The battle for the kingdom had just taken an unexpected turn, and they knew that the real challenge was about to begin.

They raced through the corridors, searching for any sign of his brother. As they turned a corner, they found themselves face to face with an image they had thought lost to time: the Queen Onohall. Her eyes, once warm and loving, now gleamed with a fierce gaze.

"Mother!" Na'lumire exclaimed, rushing towards her.

"my son," Queen Onohall said, her voice a mix of pride and sadness. Her eyes searched his face, taking in the lines of worry etched there.

"You're growing so strong," she continued, a hint of amazement in her tone. "Your control over the hearts of our people is unparalleled."

Idara stepped back, giving them a moment of privacy. The sight of his mother, was overwhelming.

"How is it possible?" Na'lumire whispered, unable to believe the reality of the moment. "The seal, it protected me."

"The seal not only protected you, but it also keeps me hidden," Onohall explained, her gaze shifting to the ruby band on his arm. "Your father knew that the day would come when you would need me. He placed a piece of our essence within it, allowing me to watch over you from afar. I have never left your side my dear Songbird, But we mustn't be naive,come. "

Her eyes searched his, filled with a fierce love and determination. "Now, you must be ready to face what lies ahead. The power of the Daishin is not to be underestimated."

"I will do whatever it takes to save our people," Na'lumire vowed, feeling the winds of destiny swirl around him.

"Your power has grown, but so has the darkness," Onohall warned. "You must learn to harness your magic fully if you are to stand against your brother."

They shared a determined look. "We will find Dalazaar" Idara said firmly. "And together, You two will end Myos's reign of terror."

The queen nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You have come far, my children," she said. "But the greatest trials are yet to come. Remember, you are the embodiment of the light that can dispel the dark."

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps. They would turned to find their allies, bruised but standing, rallying around them.

"We must move quickly," Tamaar urged. "Myos will not be easily follied"

The Prince and his allies pushed through the chaos of the palace, each hallway and chamber filled with the crackling energy of lightning magic. The air was charged with the distinct scent of charged bodies, a testament to the fierce battles being waged around them. House Urso's mages conjured bolts of electricity, arcing through the air with deadly precision, while House Flonne's casters controlled the very fabric of their electric magic, turning it into whips and shields. House Gamallow's warriors, known for their technical powers, summoned weapons made of Denkimetals to open their path.

The corridors grew narrow, the ceilings lowered, and the walls closed in, as if the palace itself were a living, breathing creature trying to contain the unleashed power within. Na'lumire and Idara weaved through the maelstrom, their eyes searching for any clue to Myos's whereabouts. The wind howled around them, carrying whispers of incantations and the clang of steel.

As they approached the throne room, the air grew colder, the light dimmer. A cacophony of thunderous collisions and the shattering of glass announced House Ri'ore's involvement. The ancestral magic of the Descendants of the Beryl King swirled in a blizzard of shards, creating a formidable barrier against the onslaught of their enemies.

Na'lumire and Idara fought side by side, their eyes never leaving the horizon of their goal. They pushed through the storm of lightning, their own magic growing stronger with each step. Na'lumire called upon the winds of the Marashin, his eyes glowing with divine light as he repelled the bolts of electricity with a wave of his hand. Idara's lightning burned brighter, each bolt danced like a flame a declaration of her unwavering spirit.

Finally, they reached the heart of the battle. Above them, the grand dome of the throne room was a canvas of raging electricity. Lightning danced across the surface, reflecting off the emerald and gold mosaics. Below, the floor was a battleground of lightning and fire, the air alive with the power of the four houses.

Their allies gathered around them, their faces grim but determined. The council members who had regained consciousness stood tall, their robes torn but their resolve unshaken. They knew that this was the moment that would define their kingdom's future.

"Find Myos," Lord Zayden ordered, his eyes alight with the fury of a thousand storms. "We must put an end to this madness."

The group dispersed, splitting into pairs to cover more ground. Na'lumire and Idara moved together, their magic complementing each other like the dance of the elements. They felt a pull towards the dungeons, a place where the darkest secrets of the palace were kept.

The descent was treacherous, the stairs slick with dew of the tears of the captured. The walls rumbled with the distant echoes of combat. They could hear the clank of chains and the muffled cries of the innocent imprisoned by the corrupt king. The closer they got, the stronger the sense of dread grew, but they pushed forward, driven by the need to stop Myos before he could unleash his full fury.

The dungeon doors loomed before them, their ancient locks frozen solid by magic. Na'lumire stepped forward, his hand outstretched. The winds responded to his call, shattering the ice with a deafening roar. The doors swung open, revealing a chamber of darkness.

"Idara," he said, his voice steady. "Stay close."

Together, they stepped into the unknown, their magic blazing like beacons in the blackness. The air was thick with the stench of decay, the floor slick with something unseen. The whispers grew louder, more insistent, as if the very stones of the palace were urging them on.

The two of them pressed deeper, their hearts pounding in unison with the pulse of the magic that surrounded them. They knew that the confrontation they sought was near, and with it, the fate of Kingdom. The shadows grew denser, the whispers more frantic.

And then, in the center of the chamber, a figure emerged from the gloom. It was King Myos, his eyes burning with a malicious glee. The Daishin loomed behind him, in a monstrous form of twisted shadow and lightning, its power palpable and terrifying. Yet still incomplete in itself

"Welcome, brother," Myos sneered. "Your arrival is most... convenient."

Na'lumire's grip on the seal tightened, the emerald pulsing with a warm light. The air grew colder, the whispers grew louder, and the battle for their kingdom's soul was about to reach its climax.

"Myos," Na'lumire said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his heart. "We were once inseparable, united by the love for our father and our shared destiny."

King Myos's smile grew colder, the shadows playing across his face like a dark masquerade. "Ah, the memories," he mused. "Do you remember our trips to the cities of the kingdom, brother?"

The two of them stood there, the chasm of betrayal and power between them, as the echoes of their past filled the chamber. "We would ride the Ovioheo," Myos said, his eyes distant. "The wind in our hair, the joy in our hearts."

"We were the future," Na'lumire agreed, his voice filled with pain. "But you let the darkness consume you."

"Darkness?" Myos spat. "It is the only truth. The power of the Daishin is what will save us, make us great again."

The siblings stared at each other, the years of separation and the weight of their destinies starkly contrasted in their expressions. Idara hovered at the edge of the light, her eyes never leaving the shadowy creature that loomed behind Myos

"You have changed," Na'lumire said, his voice filled with sadness. "We were meant to rule together, with love and wisdom, not fear and tyranny."

Myos's laughter was like the crack of a whip, sharp and echoing. "Love and wisdom are weaknesses," he sneered. "The Daishin gives me the strength to lead, to protect."

"Protect?" Idara spat. "You have destroyed everything we held dear."

Myos's eyes flickered to her, his expression darkening. "Silence, little girl," he hissed. "You know nothing of the true power that flows through my veins."

Myos' Naten shifted, its form rippling like ink in water. The lightning crackled around it, a living embodiment of the chaos it represented.

"I know enough," Na'lumire said, stepping forward. "The time for talking is over. It is time to restore balance to Denkou."

The room grew tense, the very air seeming to hold its breath. The whispers grew to a crescendo, urging the siblings to embrace their destinies.

"You never understood," Myos said, his voice low and dangerous. "This is what it takes to rule. To keep the kingdom from falling apart."

"I understand more than you think," Na'lumire replied, his eyes alight with the same power that had once been theirs to share. "But I will not let you destroy what we can still save."

With that, the final act of the drama unfolded. The siblings, once united by blood and destiny, now stood on opposite sides of a chasm, their hearts torn by the weight of their choices. The battle lines were drawn, and the fate of the kingdom rested on the edge of a knife.

The tension in the air was a living thing, pulsing with anticipation. Na'lumire took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving his brother's. "I shall free you," he whispered, summoning his blade.

The light from the seal grew brighter, a beacon of hope in the cold, shadowy chamber. Myos sneered and raised his hand, dark lightning crackling around his fingers. "You are a fool, Na'lumire," he spat, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent a bolt of blackened energy hurtling towards them.

Idara stepped in front of Na'lumire, her own lightning surging to meet the dark magic. The two forces collided with a deafening roar, the electricity arcing between them. For a moment, the room was illuminated by the raw power of their clash, they were standing firm in the face of the darkness.

But Myos's power was too great. With a twisted smile, he sent another bolt, this one more intense, more malevolent. It struck Idara, sending her flying across the room, her body convulsing with the force of the impact. Na'lumire's heart lurched, but he had no time to react. Another bolt shot towards him, and he braced for the inevitable pain.

But then, a sudden burst of magic knocked the dark lightning off course, sending it into the stone wall where it exploded in a shower of dust and sparks. Queen Onohall stood before them, her eyes blazing with the frost of her own magic. "Go,Now!" she told Na'lumire urgently, her voice filled with the power of the ancients. "Find your Valkyrie and do not look back."

Her words were a command, and Na'lumire knew he had no choice but to obey. He scooped Idara into his arms and dashed towards the exit, the electric intensity of his mother's power clearing a path through the dungeon. Myos roared in fury, Summoning a shadow creature and commanding it to surge towards them, but Onohall stepped forward, invoking the air around her solidifying into a barricade of Light.

"Your truth shows here, Myos," she declared, her voice ringing through the chamber like the ding of a funeral bell.

The world outside the palace was in chaos. House soldiers clashed with the Joukai in the streets, the air charged with the electricity of battle. Na'lumire's heart was heavy with the knowledge that his mother stepped into the frey to give him a chance to escape.

He found refuge in an alley, laying Idara down gently. Her breathing was shallow, but she was alive. "Stay with me," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.
"We will not fail her."
The clicks of heels grew louder setting his mind at ease, and Na'lumire looked up to see his Astral Knights, Rossern and Seitsuka, their faces a mix of shock and relief at his survival. "M'lord," Rossern exclaimed, her hand on her sword. "We must flee before it's too late."

But Na'lumire's gaze was locked on the palace, his mind racing. "No," he said firmly. "I must go back for her."

"The Queen has given us our orders," Seitsuka said, her voice calm but firm. "We must find Dalazaar. Only together can you stand against the Daishin."


Na'lumire knew his mother was right. He had to find his brother and harness their true power if he wanted to save her and the kingdom. With a heavy heart, he nodded and the guards of the Ascension go forward without him. "Protect my Mother.," he said, placing a gentle hand on Idara's forehead. "We will not have long. Her naten is fading quickly. "
he and the women took off leaving Tamaar and others.

The alley was a whirlwind of emotions as he took to the skies, the Astral convoy landing not to far to take him back to the Alps. The battle had moved outside now, the sky above the city a conductor of lightning and fire. The council's decision had sparked a full-blown rebellion, and the forces of light and dark were locked in a dance of destruction.He saw it all in the Iribrium: Onohall, his mother, standing tall against the wrath of the Daishin. The creature's shadowy tendrils lashed out, seeking to entwine her, to drain her of her essence. Myos cackled in the background, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

"You think you can challenge me? I am no longer a child who not knows of the power he wields mother." he taunted, the dark lightning coalescing around his body. "You are just a memory, a fading echo of the past."

Onohall's eyes narrowed, the power of Lightning and Light emanating around her. "I am the will of the Denkou, Their Queen," she declared, her voice echoing through the chamber. "You will not have your way."

The clash was explosive, the air crackling with the intensity of their magic. The room trembled as Onohall summoned a blizzard of frost, the icy ligtning cutting through the shadowy form of the Daishin. Yet, the creature was relentless, its dark lightning arcing through the storm, seeking to chain her in its embrace.

Myos watched, his eyes alight with triumph as the battle raged on. He knew that with the Queen contained, he could capture and bend the will of the Kingdom to his own. The cries grew louder, feeding him strength, as the struggle played out in the iribrium.

Meanwhile, Na'lumire, his heart heavy with the weight of his mother's sacrifice, took to the skies in an airship, his Astral Knights by his side. The city of Denkou fell away beneath them, swallowed by the chaos of the raging war. His eyes searched the horizon, the sky above the palace a storm of light and shadow, a reminder of the battle he had left behind.

On the airship, he was met with a sight that brought him to his knees. His bride, Daitsuya, lay in a coma, her body frail and lifeless. The Astral Healers had done all they could, but her condition remained unchanged. The room was filled with a heavy silence, the tension palpable as the gravity of the situation settled over them like a shroud.

Na'lumire's heart felt as though it would shatter at any moment. He approached her side, his hand trembling as he took hers. Her skin was cold, but the faint glow of her spirit remained, a flicker of hope in the abyss of despair. He knew that the fate of the kingdom rested on him, but the sight of her, so vulnerable, was almost too much to bear.

Rossern and Seitsuka stood at his side, their expressions a mix of sorrow and determination. "We must find the Ponaphix," the queen's voice echoed in his mind. "The grimoire holds the secrets to awakening the Marashin within you."

King Agroven and the royal knights of the Astral Kingdom had joined them, their faces etched with the same solemnity that gripped Na'lumire's heart. They had heard the whispers of the ancient tome, said to be hidden in the heart of the Acient Kingdom. It was their only hope of matching Myos's power and saving their people.

The airship cut through the tumultuous skies, the winds howling around them like a mournful chant. The city of Denkou grew smaller in the distance, a testament to the urgency of their quest. Inside the cabin, the group gathered around a map, the soft light of the crystal chandeliers casting long shadows across their faces.

"This Ponaphix," Agroven said, his eyes tracing the intricate lines of the map. "It lies in the sanctum of Fu,on Faulkyn Island guarded by the most devilish creatures."

"We must tread carefully," Rossern warned. "The path is fraught with danger and the our forefather's defenses are legendary."

Na'lumire nodded, his gaze lingering on Daitsuya's still form. "We have no choice," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We will find it, and I will awaken the power within me."

The air grew heavy with the weight of their mission. The battle was far from over, and the fate of Denkou and the Astral Kingdom rested upon their shoulders. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, a quiet strength grew within Na'lumire.

As the airship sailed onward, the sky grew darker, the clouds thickening with the promise of a storm. Na'lumire found himself alone with Rossern, the others preoccupied with preparations for the journey ahead. They stood at the railing, the wind whipping their hair and clothes as they stared out into the abyss.

"Rossern," he said, his voice low and filled with a mix of fear and determination. "I'm not sure I can do this. The power... it's too much."

She turned to him, her eyes filled with a fierce light. "You are more than your fears, Na'lumire," she said, her hand reaching for his. "You are the heart of the storm, the beacon in the dark."

Her touch was like a jolt of electricity, sending warmth and clarity through his veins. "I am a Valkyrie," she revealed, her voice a whisper on the wind. "I have been guiding you, helping you understand the dance of your heart and the magic of the Marashin."

The revelation hit him like a gust of wind, knocking the breath from his lungs. He had felt the connection between them, the way her presence had always calmed him, made him stronger. But he had never known the truth of her existence. She was a Valkyrie just like Daitsuya.

"You two have always been Together," she continued, "I harnessed the power of the winds and the love that flows through our Kingdom same as you but I couldn't at first I honsetly thought I had contracted the Emerald Illness.However it was my powers awakening I have kept it a secret for so long I figured you would find out way before. That's why It is the love, for your brother, your mother, and for Daitsuya, that will grant you the strength to face Myos."

Na'lumire looked into her eyes, the storm within him beginning to subside. "Thank you," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I will not let you down."

Rossern's grip tightened on his hand. "You never have," she assured him, her voice filled with a conviction that reached into his very soul. "The scripture I have heard, the visions I have seen... they all lead to the moment. You and your twin brother, standing united against the Daishin."

Her words painted a picture in his mind, one of hope and victory. "Tell me," he urged, his heart racing with the promise of what was to come.

Rossern closed her eyes, the wind playing with the strands of her hair. "The Valkyrie Descendants," she began, her voice softer now. "You know of your lineage, the power of the Claret Moon. But there is more. Your bride, Daitsuya, and her sisters are descendants of the Valkyrie each of us born just four years apart... Eaxh born under a different red moon, chosen by the Astral Council to marry the Astral Kings to maintain peace and balance."

Na'lumire felt the weight of his destiny settle on his shoulders, the knowledge of the ancient alliance between their two lands like a heavy cloak. "Their lives are not their own," he murmured, anger simmering beneath the surface.

"But it does not have to be this way," she continued. "You have the power to change the laws, to give them the freedom they deserve."

The truth hit him like a thunderclap. The whispers of fate grew clearer, and he understood the true reason behind the Denkai. It was not just a quest to save a kingdom, but to break the chains that had bound his people for centuries.

"The Denkai," he said, the realization dawning. "It was not just a marriage for the Emerald King. It was the beginning of our unity against the darkness."

Rossern nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "The prophecy speaks of a time when the descendants of the Valkyrie and the Denkou will come together to vanquish the ultimate evil."

In his mind,rested, the truth of his existence and the fate of the worlds he had been born to protect. "Then let us go," he said, his voice like the howl of the wind. "Let us find the Ponaphix and bring an end to this tyranny."


Sometime in the next day...


The airship lurched as it picked up speed, the winds themselves seeming to respond to his call. The group gathered around the map, determination etched on their faces as they charted a course to the Astral city.

With each beat of the ship's wings, they drew closer to their destiny. The engine grew louder, the winds stronger and unbreakable as the sky grew clearer as the airship came closer to the Astral Kingdom. Na'lumire could feel the pull of the Astral lands, the alps that held the secrets to power,filling his mind with images of battle that past and the promise of battles to come.

Daitsuya's hand was cold in his, a constant reminder of what was at stake. He made a silent vow to her and to all the people of Denkou and the Astral Kingdom.

"When we find the Ponaphix," he said, his voice carrying over the din of the storm. "When I face Myos and the Daishin, I will not only fight for our kingdoms but for the future we deserve."

The Astral Knights and their allies nodded, their faces a mirror of his determination. They had come so far, through deceit and betrayal, love and loss. Now, they stood on the precipice of destiny, ready to face the darkness head-on.

The skies grew brighter as the storm abated, the clouds parting to reveal the gleaming spires of the Astral Kingdom. The city of Lumenara lay before them, a bastion of light in the heart of the mountainous lands. They landed the airship in a secluded courtyard, the silence of the city a contrast to the tumultuous battles they had left behind.


In the days that followed, Na'lumire and his companions settled into the quiet embrace of Lumenara. The city was a bastion of hope amidst the chaos that had gripped the kingdoms, and the palace's walls echoed of ancient magic of forgotten heroes. The prince studied the map of the Ponaphix with feverish intensity, the lines and symbols slowly revealing their meaning. His mind raced with the knowledge that the fate of the worlds rested upon the grimoire's pages.

Days turned into nights, and nights into days, as Na'lumire pored over the ancient parchment. His eyes grew weary, but his resolve remained unshaken, guiding him through the intricate maze of the map's secrets. His heart swelled with hope as the map began to make sense, the path to the sanctum revealing itself like a starlit road through a dark forest.

The Ponaphix's map was not a simple tome; it was a living parachment, the location moved every few days, a testament to the power of the ones who hid it. The map shimmered with an ethereal glow, the lines and symbols dancing before his eyes. Rossern stood by his side, her knowledge of the Astral's history providing vital insights into the map's mysteries.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the map lay open before them, its secrets revealed. The sanctum was nestled deep within the isles of one the islands of their ancestors, hidden by layers of enchantments and guarded by ancient seals. "We must prepare," Na'lumire said, his eyes alight with determination. "The path ahead is fraught with danger, but we cannot fail."

The Astral Knights gathered around the table, their expressions a mix of excitement and trepidation. They had come together, united by fate and the whispers of the ancients. They knew the journey ahead would be fraught with peril, but they also knew that victory was within their grasp.

In the quiet moments, Na'lumire found himself by Daitsuya's side, her comatose form a silent testament to the love that fueled his determination. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, willing her to hear him, to come back to him. Her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of his words, a gentle reminder that she was still with him, still fighting.

Guilt nawed at him like a persistent hunger. If he had been stronger, if he had seen the treachery in Myos sooner, perhaps she would not be lying here, a prisoner of the dark king's magic. The weight of his failure bore down upon him, a heavy burden that seemed to thicken the very air around him. He knew that she had been born to be used against him, to control him, but she had become so much more. His heart ached with the thought of her suffering, and he swore to do whatever it took to save her, to save all of them.

The boy became quiet in his mind, as if even he understood the gravity of his guilt. He knew that he could not change the past, but he could shape the future. The Ponaphix was their only hope, a beacon in the dark, promising the power to face the Daishin and free his love ones from the shackles of the demon.

He turned to the map once more, his eyes tracing the path they would take to the sanctum. The journey was fraught with danger, but he could not let fear rule him. His mother's sacrifice, Idara's bravery, and the love of his people were the wind beneath his wings. The time for doubt was over; the time for action had come.

The door to the chamber opened, and Na'lumire's gaze lifted to find Daitsuya's sisters, Seitsuka, Rossern, Astrune, and Hytsuya, entering with her second eldest sister, Queen Ar'Gen. Each of them had a different color highlight in their hair, a stark reminder of the diversity of their Valkyrie lineage. They approached with solemn expressions, their eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation.

"Your Highness," Astrune began, her voice filled with respect and concern. "We came as soon as we learned of your whereabouts. The whispers have guided us here, and we will not fail you."

The sisters' presence brought a flicker of hope to the room. The Royal Guard stood in amazement, they had all suffered under Myos's tyranny, and they were united in their desire to see him brought to justice. Their unity was a beacon in the dark, a reminder that even in the face of overwhelming adversity, there was strength to be found in numbers.

Queen Ar'Gen stepped forward, her eyes meeting Na'lumire's. "My Prince," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "The time has come for us to embrace our destiny. The Marashin is within you."

The power of the Astral Kin pulsing through his veins. He knew that he could not do this alone, that he needed the support of his allies. Together, they would stand against the tide of darkness and reclaim their home.

The group gathered around the table, their eyes on the map. The sanctum was their goal, but the path was laden with danger. They would face ancient guardians and treacherous landscapes, but Na'lumire knew that with the Ponaphix, he could harness the power to defeat the Daishin.

Daitsuya's sisters approached, each one with a unique color highlighting their hair—blue, red, yellow, orange and green. They looked at him with a blend of hope. Seitsuka spoke up, her eyes reflecting the fiery determination that burned within her. "Prince Na'lumire. Our sisters' fate is tied to yours."

Her words were a stark reminder of the truth that had been hidden from them for so long. They were descendants of the Valkyrie, once revered as the bringers of life and battle, but now treated as mere chattel, pawns in a game of power and politics. The whispers grew louder in Na'lumire's mind, the injustices of their past echoing through the corridors of the palace.

"For centuries, we have been forced into marriages, our destinies shackled to the Astral Kings," Seitsuka continued, her voice tinged with bitterness. "We have been denied our freedom, our voices silenced, and our hearts bound by ancient laws that no longer serve us."

The gravity of her words settled heavily in the room. The whispers grew into a cacophony, the pain and anger of the Valkyrie descendants resonating through the very air. Na'lumire felt the weight of their burden, the generations of suffering that had led them to this moment. His hand clenched into a fist, his resolve to change their fate stronger than ever.

He stepped closer to Seitsuka, his eyes searching hers. "I understand," he said, his voice filled with compassion. "

As Na'lumire focused on the task at hand. "We will not only fight for the Astral Kingdom," he vowed, "but for your freedom as well. For the freedom of all who have suffered under the choke of Myos."

Seitsuka nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered."We are here," Seitsuka began, her voice steady. "Because our mother was a testament to the greed of men. They sought to create Valkyries without the Marashin's gift, using creatures like the Hanabaki to drain her of her lightning magic. They performed unspeakable experiments, twisting her DNA with dark, forbidden magic."

Her sisters nodded in solemn agreement, their eyes reflecting the pain of their shared heritage. "The Black Illness," Hytsuya murmured, her hand resting on Seitsuka's shoulder. "It was the price our mother paid for their hubris."

"But she did not die in vain," Rossern said, her voice filled with conviction. "Her sacrifice led us to you, and together, we will ensure that her legacy does not end with us."

The sisters' words hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the atrocities that had been committed in the pursuit of power. Na'lumire felt a surge of anger, but also a profound sense of purpose, guiding him, urging him to rise above the shackles of his doubt.

With a deep breath, he turned to the map once more, his eyes tracing the path to the sanctum. The cries grew into a roar, the very air around him seeming to crackle with anticipation. The time for mourning was over; the time for action had arrived. The group gathered their supplies and prepared for the perilous journey ahead. Each member knew the stakes, and each had their own reasons for fighting. For Na'lumire, it was the promise of a future where the Valkyrie descendants and the Denkou could live in harmony, free from the tyranny of the Daishin. For the sisters, it was the hope of redemption for their mother's suffering and the chance to right the wrongs of their ancestors. The group turned their attention back to the princess, their bonds stronger than ever. But before they could finalize their plans, Queen Ar'Gen spoke, her voice filled with a new urgency. "I believe there is arcane..." she said, her eyes darting to Daitsuya's stilled form. "It is of ancient, powerful, magic and risky. But it may be our only hope to awaken her from this slumber."

The room grew tense as the medical staff scurried to gather around the queen, their faces a mixed of hope. They had seen the toll the dark magic had taken on the princess, and the thought of waking her stirred a desperate beacon within them. The air grew thick with anticipation as Na'lumire and the Valkyrie sisters listened intently to Ar'Gen's instructions.

They drawn powerful runes and pulled out ancient spell books, their hands trembling slightly as they arranged the artifacts with a precision that spoke of generations of practice. The room was bathed in a soft light, the candles flickering as if in wait of the magic to come. The ruby seal pulsed in Na'lumire's hand, a silent testament to the power that lay within his grasp.

Daitsuya's sisters, each took their places around the bed, their eyes never leaving hers. They began to chant in an ancient language, their voices weaving together like a seance of hope as each of them transformed into their Valkyrie forms, each manifesting wings,it looked as if one looked into the night sky as their wings reflected the universe in their feathers. The air grew colder, the very fabric of the room seeming to rip with the power of their incantation.

"Valkyrie Magic Hyodiens Ritual"

Na'lumire stepped forward, the crimson seal in his hand, feeling the whispers of the Marashin guiding him. He took his place beside Seitsuka, the red-haired Valkyrie whose eyes burned with a ferocity. Together, they drew a delicate spell circle around the comatose Daitsuya, the lines of power pulsing with a soft glow. The chant grew stronger, their urgency palpable.

As they completed the circle, the room fell silent. The air grew still, as if the very breath of the world was being held in anticipation. Na'lumire looked to Ar'Gen, who nodded solemnly. The moment had arrived. He closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the love that bound him to Daitsuya, the strength of his heart guiding him to her soul.

With a deep breath, he whispered the ancient incantation, feeling the power of the Marashin coil around him like a serpent of light. The air grew colder, the whispers grew louder, and a sudden flash of emerald light filled the room. When Na'lumire opened his eyes, he saw an ethereal vision that took his breath away—his soul, a beam of light, intertwined with Daitsuya's, a soft glow of blue.

The projection grew stronger, their souls merging into a single, radiant form that hovered above the bed. It was a dance of light and shadow, a visual symphony of love and hope. The Astral Knights and Valkyrie watched in awe, their own spirits lifting with the sight of the two souls united. The sanctity of the moment was palpable, a testament to the power of their bond.

And then, as if drawn by the very force of their combined essences, Daitsuya's eyes fluttered open. The room held its breath as she took in her surroundings, her gaze settling on Na'lumire with a look of confusion and then dawning realization. The whisper of their souls grew louder, their connection a living, pulsing force that seemed to drive back the shadows of the room.

Her hand reached out, and he took it, the warmth of her touch grounding him in the world of the living. "You're awake," he breathed, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Daitsuya nodded with a smile playing on her lips. "Everyone is here, Astrune, Hytsuya, Ar;Gen, Rossern, and even Seitsuka," she murmured as her eyes filled with emotion. "They led me back to you." she said as she looked ti Na'lumire. She could see her breathe and fill the chill of the cold air of the city in the Alps. "So who's gonna get me some layers, and food we all see I am a part of the the Itty Bitty Biddies committee, I am all nip here I can poke an eye out with these snow cones, can I please get a bra first 32 B, " She laughed as everyone joined in. Her cheery mood made the tension ease away with their laughter.

The night grew darker outside the windows, and the candles cast a warm glow on their faces. As the others left to rest, Na'lumire remained by her side, the woes of their souls still lingering in the air. They held each other close, savoring the warmth and reality of their reunion.

But as sleep claimed them, the princess was restless, invading her dreams with a chilling clarity. She saw Nalumire and Dalazaar standing on a battlefield, their swords crossed, surrounded by the fire of the Daishin and the malicious smile of Myos. The vision was so real, she could almost feel the cold steel of her blade in her hand, the fear in her heart an acting force.

With a gasp, she bolted upright, the horror of her dreams clinging to her like a cold sweat. Nalumire's eyes snapped open, the sound of her distress cutting through the quiet of the night. He wrapped his arms around her, whispering comforting words into her ear. "Shh, it's just a dream," he soothed, his voice a gentle caress in the dark.

But the images lingered, haunting her waking moments. "What if it's not?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "What if this is a premonition of what's to come?"

Na'lumire pulled her closer, his eyes reflecting the moonlight that streamed through the windows. "Then we fight," he said firmly. "We fight for our kingdom, for our people, and for each other. We cannot let fear dictate our actions."

Her heart pounded in her chest, the love for her fiancée and her sisters swelling within her. "I don't want to lose you," she murmured, her eyes searching his for reassurance.

He kissed her forehead, his touch gentle and loving. "You won't," he promised. "We will face whatever comes together."

Her breaths grew quiet, the room once again enveloped in the peaceful embrace of sleep. But the shadows of doubt remained, lurking in the corners of her mind, a silent specter that foreshadow tales of the battles ahead and the fate that awaited them all.

Na'lumire watched her, his heart feeling the fear that gripped her. He knew that words alone could not banish the darkness of her dreams, so he offered her the one thing he knew could provide true comfort—his love.

Their kiss grew more urgent, passionately a silent declaration of their love, their bond. They moved closer, their bodies pressed together a bliss of warmth amidst the cold shadows of the moonlight. It all retreated allowing them this stolen moment….

Daitsuya’s skin was a moonlit marble under Na’lumire’s touch, her body a landscape of curves and valleys that he memorized with every caress her breathe hiked as he trailed kisses down her neck, her pulse increased, fluttering with every breath of his lips like the wings of a caged bird.

He could feel the power of the Marashin stir between them, the power of the ancients resonating with the purity of their union

Their breathes grew softer as their love became a gentle symphony that drowned out the candle of war and darkness, Their bodies became entwined, becoming one as they sought refuge in each other’s embrace. Each touch was a reminder of their bond, a promise to fight for their people, their worlds, and their love.

Daitsuya’s eyes searched Na’lumire’s, finding the strength she needed to face the trails ahead His gaze a beacon of hope in the stormy sea of emotions, guiding her through the tumultuous fears, they moved together, lost in the rhythm of their hearts, their worries a distant echo in the background

Their love was a force more potent than any magic, more enduring than any enchantment, their movements a supple dance of trust and desire. Each touch was a promise, each kiss was a vow to fight for the future. The ac in itself was a testament to their unity, a sacred ritual that transcends the physical, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each grasp a plea to pleasure.

Daitsuya's breath hitched as Na'lumire's hands traced the curves of her body, his touch setting her skin alight with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. She arched into him, her eyes never leaving his, a silent declaration of her trust, her love.

Their movements grew more urgent, a dance of need and desire that transcended the physical realm. With each caress, each kiss, they drew power from their connection to the Marashin, their souls entwining in a symphony of love that echoed through the very fabric of the universe.

The room faded away, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the sweet scent of their union. Their breathes grew heavier, drowned out by the pounding of their hearts and the rush of blood in their ears. They were one, bound by fate and destiny, their love a beacon that pierced the darkness of the looming war.

Daitsuya's skin was a canvas of desire, each touch from Na'lumire's hand painting a picture of passion that she felt to her core. His eyes searched hers, a silent promise that no matter what the future held, their love would stand strong. The power of the Marashin hummed between them, a gentle caress that heightened every sensation, making their union feel like a sacred rite.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as their bodies melded together. Na'lumire's hands roamed her body, memorizing every inch of her as if he were afraid she would vanish in the morning light. Daitsuya's own hands explored his muscular frame, tracing the lines of strength that she knew would soon be tested on the battlefield.

Their love was a storm, a fierce and unyielding force that consumed them both. They moved together, the dance of passion that had been centuries in the making, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words. The cries of the Princess grew quiet, the only sound the symphony of their love as it rescinded into the night.

As dawn broke, the room was bathed in a soft, warm light that seemed to chase away the shadows of doubt and fear. They lay tangled in the sheets, their hearts still racing from the intensity of their union. Na'lumire pulled Daitsuya closer, his eyes searching hers. "We will face whatever comes, together." he repeated, his voice a gentle promise.

The scent of sizzling meats and sweet pastries wafted in from the balcony, where a lavish spread had been laid out. The table was adorned with gold plating and silverware, each piece gleaming in the early morning light. Fresh fruits and steaming breads were piled high alongside plates of eggs and cheeses, and a large roast of an exotic creature lay at the center, surrounded by a variety of side dishes that looked too delicious to be true.

As they approached the feast, the sisters' eyes grew wide with amazement. "This is all for us?" Hytsuya asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

"It is customary to celebrate life after a close brush with the void," Queen Ar'Gen said, her smile warm and genuine. "Our sister's return is a blessing to us all."

The group took their seats, their hunger momentarily forgotten in the face of such opulence. The sight of the food served as a peaceful contrast to the thought of the battles they had faced and the ones that lay ahead. Yet, for now, they allowed themselves to indulge in the sweetness of victory, if only for a brief moment.

As they ate, they shared stories of their journeys, their laughter echoing through the grand hall. Nalumire listened intently

"After the incident with the Hanabaki, infesting the city 10 years ago." Astrune began, her eyes distant as she remembered the horrors of their creation. "I was lost, alone in the frozen wasteland. The creatures had overthrown my squadron, and our airship fell just over the old Valkyrie graveyard It was there that I first heard the call of the Ruby Queen. I don't know why she came to me and helped me. I was in a tomb there I met an injured Vitarian Valkyrie its name was Liliana, the mighty bird and I came to know one another, share a bond. One day I began to understand the creature as if it were a person. Or at least i thought I did, She helped me understand who I was...She told me how to open my Nein Charkas,the training was hard at first but then about after a week of meditation, I was able to see the spectrum" Her gaze grew fierce as she had recalled the days.

"It was like a dream," she said, her voice low. "I felt the winds of the Marashin calling to me, guiding me through the darkest moments of my past. I saw the pain, the fear, and the anger that had been festering within me. Being alone in the frozen tundra isn't exactly something everyone come to survive" She paused, her hand resting on her heart. "But amidst the chaos, I found something I had never felt before—love. I learned to Embrace this power and make it my own."

Astrune looked at her sisters, her eye filled with tears. "I had to learn to love myself before I could wield the power of the Valkryie. It was as if the very essence of Liliana was a mirror reflecting all my deepest fears and insecurities. I fell ill and didn't think I would survive but the Valkyrie protected me when a horde got into the temple, it was outnumbered but I chose to fight by its side and then we became one."

Her words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the journey they had all undertaken to be here. The room was still, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace as the flames danced in the early morning light. "Then I saw Liliana's true self, a spirit bonded to the bird. I always thought it were some truth to us Daughters being descendants of the majestic creatures and where we learned wind magic from. " she continued, her voice growing softer, "her beauty was like nothing I had ever seen. Her eyes, filled with compassion and understanding, taught me the true meaning of love and sacrifice."

The image of the Valkyrie bird was etched into her soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. "Her love as the guardian of the people of Denkai was so pure," she said, "it was as if it could heal the very fabric of the world." Her eyes searched the faces of her sisters, finding the same reflected in their gazes.

"But I struggled," she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. "Being the third oldest, I felt like I could have done more to protect our family, to prevent the horrors that unfolded." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the weight of her confession. "The winds of the Marashin are fickle. They demand balance, and for so long, I could not find that within myself. It was there being alone, I faced my biggest fears and there I became who I am."

Rossern took a breath, her eyes glowing. "My journey was different," she began, her voice steady. "I was chosen to be the guardian of you two," she said, looking at Na'lumire and Daitsuya, "long before we even knew the extent of your destinies."

Her tale unfolded like a scroll of ancient parchment, her voice carrying them back to the day she was bestowed with the power of the Valkyrie. "It was during the Kaiju's attack," she said, her eyes distant with the memory. "The beasts descended upon the kingdom, laying waste to everything in its path."

Na'lumire's heart clenched at the memory, the fear and chaos of that day still fresh in his mind. The Kaiju were creatures of myth, summoned by dark magic and bent on destruction. "I was just a knight then," she murmured, "trying to protect what was left of our kingdom."

"And you did," Na'l said, his gaze meeting hers. "You saved me that day, Roz," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "You shielded me from the creature's deadly flames, and in that moment, I felt the power of the Marashin surge within me. You were the first person to show me kindness, you didn't treat me like a monster."

Her transformation was instantaneous, a blur of light and wind, her body suffused with the power of the ancients. "The Kaiju fell," she whispered, "and with it, the fear that had gripped me for so long. After as I fought for my life from my injuries, she came to me and asked me to be the vessel of Priyah, A Valkyrie Bird that flew past my window every day. That's how I survived, how I healed so quickly as I laid in the bed recovering I could hear the creature speak to me, its chirps where like a song of that healed me. Showing me how to open my Nein Charkas."

Her story was a reminder of the strength that lay within each of them, a bond forged in the fires of adversity. "We are more than just vessels," she said, her voice strong. "We are the embodiment of hope and light."

Hytsuya, the youngest of the sisters, took a deep breath before speaking. Her story was one of fate and destiny, a tale of love and sacrifice that had brought her to this very moment. "I was chosen to be the wife of the Ameran," she began, her eyes shining with the memory. "It was during the Festival, a celebration of our ancestors' union."

The air grew thick with anticipation as she recounted the night she was visited by the God of Wind. "Marashin came to me in a dream,"she said, her voice filled with serine. "It told of a union that would bring peace and prosperity to our lands."

Her eyes searched Na'lumire's face, finding the same spark of hope that had been in hers that fateful night. "I didn't understand it at first," she admitted. "But as the years passed, and I saw the chaos that the Daishin's influence brought, I knew what I had to do."

Her heart had been heavy with the weight of her duty, but it was the quiet moments of friendship with Na'lumire that had sustained her. "We trained together," she said, her smile softening at the memory. "He taught me the ways of the wind, how to harness its power without losing myself to its fury."

Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, a silent understanding that they were meant to be together. And when the time came for her to leave her home and marry Ameran, she did so with the knowledge that she was carrying the light of the Marashin within her.

But the prophecy had been clear—she was not only to be a wife but a warrior, a Valkyrie in her own right. And when the time came, she would be ready to stand by Na'lumire's side.

Her story was a testament to the power of love and the strength of their combined destinies. It was a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space, a connection that had been forged by the very gods themselves.

Queen Ar'gen looked at her sisters, her eyes filled with a mix of pride and sorrow. She knew the time had come to share the secrets of their ancestry, the legacy that had been passed down through generations of Kings and Valkyries.

"Our powers, are linked to the magical birds" she began, her voice soft yet commanding, "they are not just a gift from the gods. They are a part of us, a piece of the very fabric of our souls." She paused, her gaze lingering on each of them. "When each of you reached the age of 12 you began to hear the songs of the Marashin, didn't you all realize? I remember speaking to Mami before she pasted away. She toldd me why she did what she did why she allowed them to use us her daughters, She knew we would bring her dream to light. She knew that her blood would save the kingdom. Our mother was the last Valkyrie descendant. She did a ritual with our father De'on.. This is how we came to bear the runes of the valkyrie. A pact forged, that transcended the very spirit realm itself. They say that birds are the Shepards to the lost souls on Vescrutia. "

Daitsuya nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "The Zaryian Valkyrie spoke to me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She sang songs of power and protection."

Hytsuya nodded in agreement. "An Oriion Valkyrie called to me," she said, her eyes flashing with the memory of her first encounter with the Marashin. "It was like nothing I had ever felt before."

Rossern spoke next, her voice steady. "For me, it was the voice of a Oriion Valkyrie as well" she said. "She guided me through the trials, taught me the ways of my magic."

Astrune's eyes grew misty as she remembered her own awakening. "The Vitrian Valkyrie" she said, her voice filled with awe. "They spoke of a love so strong it could unite worlds."

The queen nodded, her gaze softening. "It is during this time that the spirits of the valkyrie reached out to you, The majestic birds choosing you to be their vessels." She paused, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "It is a burden, yes, but it is also an honor."

Seitsuka felt anything but honored. Her heart was a cage of thorns, each bar a memory of the pain she had suffered because of her gift. "I was taken from my family," she said, her voice raw with anger and pain. "Sold into slavery because of the power I bore."

The room grew quiet, the air thick with the weight of her words. The sisters exchanged glances, their hearts aching for the pain she had endured. "The Valkyrie chose me," she continued, her voice trembling. "But it felt more like a curse than a gift.This Valkyrie had a pact with the goddess Gaia...Every creature I saw, every man that put himself inside me I felt his pain, I felt their agony, their greed, their evil as if it were my own."

Her eyes searched Na'lumire's, looking for understanding. "The whispers of the dead," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper,"they haunted my every waking moment. I could not escape the pain of the world."

The prince reached out, his hand covering hers. "You are not alone, anymore Tsuka" he said, his voice gentle. "We all carry our own burdens, but together, we can share the weight.I said I'd protect you from the darkness and I meant it. "

Seitsuka took a deep breath, the warmth of his touch seeping into her soul. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she felt a glimmer of hope. "My journey was not one of destiny,"[/color] she said, her voice gaining strength. "It was one of survival."

The room grew still as she recounted her tale of kidnapping, the cruelty of her captors, and the endless nights spent in the damp cellars of the underground market. "They sold me like a commodity," she said, her voice tight with anger. "They didn't care about the power I held, only the coin it could bring them.The rare Denkai Valkyrie blood.."

It had been a constant torment, a symphony of pain that never ceased. She had lain in the dark, listening to the cries of the souls around her, feeling their suffering as if it were her own. The Valkyrie had come to her in her darkest moments, offering her a way out. "I didn't embrace the power," she said, her eyes flashing with defiance. "It was forced upon me, Del'Kira, was the name of the Zaryian Valkyrie that called to me, She had made a promise to protect the dead who were lost. It gave me control overr the corpses of the dead. I carried their unfinished burdens. It wasn't something to enjoy seeing death, feeling death, knowing death like the back of my hand. This world is filled with darkness, and we are no more than a speck of light.. But knowing I have my sisters here with me it gives me hope that drowns out any doubt I have in my heart."

The room remained silent, the only sound the clinking of silverware against China as they continued to eat. Each bite felt like a declaration of their unity, a silent promise to stand together in the face of the challenges ahead.

Daitsuya reached for a piece of fruit, her hand trembling slightly. "We all have our scars," she said, her voice gentle. "But it's what we do with the power we're given that truly defines us." She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Seitsuka's. "We can choose to let it consume us," she said, "or we can use it to heal."

Hytsuya nodded, her eyes reflecting the same fierce determination. "We stand together," she said firmly. "As one."

The sisters shared a look of understanding, their bond growing stronger with each shared memory. The power of the Marashin pulsed between them, a reminder of the divine heritage that bound them together.

But the shadows of doubt remained, lurking in the corners of their minds. How could they hope to stand against the might of the Daishin?

Na'lumire's hand tightened around the seal, the emerald light casting a warm glow across the table. "We have been given a chance," he said. "We must not squander it."

The room grew quiet as they finished their meal.

Na'lumire's gaze drifted to the seal on the table, the emerald light pulsing in time with his heart. He knew the next steps were crucial. "We must prepare for our journey to the ancient temple," he announced, his voice firm. "There, we will find the Ponaphix and awaken the true power of the Marashin within me."

The sisters nodded, their expressions a mix of resolve and anxiety. The air in the chamber grew thick with anticipation as they pushed back their chairs and stood. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on their shoulders, but they knew that there was no turning back.

As they began to gather their things, Na'lumire felt a sudden surge of energy, his magic sense tingling. He looked around, his eyes searching for the source. "Dalazar" he murmured, his eyes narrowing.

Daitsuya looked to Na'lumire, her eyes filled with trust. "We will find him," she said firmly. "Together, we will uncover the truth."

The group left the warmth of the castle, the cold wind of the Alps biting at their faces as they descended the steps. The city of Denkai was in a state of unrest, the whispers of rebellion echoing through the cobblestone streets. The people looked to the skies, their eyes filled with hope as they saw the Ruby King and his Valkyrie sisters.

The emerald light of the seal grew stronger in Na'lumire's hand, guiding them through the tumultuous city. The energy grew more intense as they approached from the outskirts, the dense icy forest beckoning them with its secrets. The path grew steeper, the trees blanketed in a sheet of snow.

As they ventured deeper into the city, the air grew colder, the winds of the tundra echoing through the aisles of the streets. They reached the center of Lumenara, a place where the light of the Marashin once shone brilliantly..The city was eerily silent, the cobblestone streets filled with people who took refuge in the city. The buildings, once gleaming with light, were now charred and crumbling. The only signs of light were the flickering lights of torches, casting long shadows that danced along the walls like sinister spirits.

The group moved cautiously, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the Emerald Sovereign. The air was thick with tension, the very fabric of reality seeming to quiver with anticipation.

The chilling gales fluttered through the streets of Lumenara, its residents seemingly unbothered by the biting winds of the Alps snapping at any exposed skin.

"Well, this certainly doesn't look to be the paradise you've painted it to be."

A coy voice said under cloaked robes. His garbs were modest, and the only inclination of any status was that of his blade, which he kept hidden underneath his garments. Yet despite his pauper appearance the air of nobility, the poise and grace of his tone and steps could've mistaken him for a royal. Old habits died hard he supposed.

"Seems like the tides of change are indeed in motion."

Said another man, one whose voice was deep like a ravine. The shadow he cast over the cloaked man was vast, like a mountain standing next to a hill. He was not cloaked, not as heavily anyway nor was he dressed as modestly as his companion—a black suit, crafted from Kingsthread no less. Several golden clips adorned his locs. He stared out at the crumbling buildings with a hint of sadness, coupled with a weary sensation.

"There was some kind of attack, there are faint traces of magic on the rubble but..."

Dalazar tried to focus a bit harder on the traces but found his sense scrambled unable to accurately get a read on it or any of the Denkai residents.

"That is because the Denkai has the means to hinder the magic sense of those born outside their borders, those of the main Kingdom are particularly affected. Unlike the mages of the ascension, they are not tied to their ruler's power and so to safeguard themselves they apply this method."

Dslazar's gaze became a somber one. Na'lumire. If his brother had lived he surely would've done something about this chaos. Happily sharing his gifts with those of a deserving heart. It seems it would fall upon his shoulder to right the wrongs his brother could not, perhaps in that way, his legacy would live on.

"We shouldn't dally here too long my lord. Let's try to find an inn. Hopefully, one with the doors still attached."

Evant began to walk forward a few feet ahead of Dalazar who was still looking around the battered city. Something was amiss here, and though part of him loathed the thought of having to lift a finger once again after losing an arm, the Denkai Kingdom was in fact, still part of his family. If they truly were in need, he would not hesitate to act. He began to trail even catching up with him in no time.

"Have you truly never been to Lumenara your grace?"

He said as the empty street seemed to continue for miles. The Astral was a massive place. Interestingly the young prince found it how every different their respective architectures differed. With the Denkou emulating the edo structures of their past, albeit unknowingly. And the Denkai reaching towards the future, ever striving to evolve and change. Such were their natures and their obsessions. One coveting the past, the other running from the future.

"I can't be sure. Having my memories fondled with so much makes it hard to know fact from fiction."

"I see"

"But..."

Dalazar said as he whisked in front of Evant swiftly smiling toward him.

"I couldn't have asked for a better guide on my first trip here, I gotta admit, my knowledge of the Denkai is...not what it should be. But you've been here a lot right?"

"Right"

Evant said smirking.

"So be my eyes, tell me not of what you see now, but what you saw in its grandeur."

He gripped Evants hand, others looked but he did not care. Dalazar had nearly lost his life several times and had to come to terms with many things about himself. Though the feelings between him and Evant were still newly expressed and he was learning to understand them gradually, he was tired of always having to bottle in his emotions, thoughts, and feelings. Since claiming his birthright he had resolved to walk in fullness knowing full well that people will always have their own opinions and biases but that was their burden to hold, not his own. Evant had proven himself time and time again to have his best efforts and those of the Kingdoms at heart, more so than most Mainland Denkou. He had a direct hand in many of the police laws that protected the Denkai's sense of Independence and their use of indentured servitude, a large plight of the Urso here.

For Evant it was an adjustment as well. His entire life was centered around his duty and his charge. And though his eye has wandered about he had always been so focused on his goals he never gave much mind to the notion of love. Regardless of their sex. It was not a foreign concept to see same-gender love within the Kingdoms, but it had never heard of King and King sitting on twin thrones. Many people however knew his face well, as one of the political bridges between kingdoms. Though there might be whispers, Evant was never one to entertain gossip.

Who he chose to love, had no merit on his ability to lead the House of Urso. However, when It came to Dalazar, Evant found his heart full of admiration and love for the person he saw trying to bring universal change to the houses. Despite being regarded as the weakest among them. Their love was unexpected, beyond the boundaries of flesh, they loved each other spiritually. Vescrutia herself was a planet filled with some many different cultures and races of people and beings love in its essence was the focus, how it was expressed, hardly mattered. This is to say, Dalazar nor Evant wished to live a life of secrecy and chose to show affection when the mood suited them.

"As you wish...as we stroll through the city, Irribrum will be our canvas."

Their minds traveled into the mystical communication channel of the Denkou/kai creation.

The city of Lumenara had a somber air to it, as if the very stones of the buildings bore the weight of the chaos that had ravaged the once-glorious city. Nalumire felt a sense of urgency, his eyes scanning every alleyway and rooftop, searching for any sign of his brother Dalazar. His heart raced with every footstep, the emerald light of the seal in his hand pulsing with each beat.

Daitsuya noticed his tension and gently squeezed his shoulder. "We'll find him," she whispered, her voice a soft breeze in the silent city.

Seitsuka stepped closer, her eyes glowing with the knowledge of the dead. "Your magic sense is malfunctioning because of the city's ancient wards," she said, her voice barely above a murmur. "The Denkai mages have long ago placed these barriers to protect the city from outside influence. It obscures the presence of the city for those without Denkai blood, like you and Dalazar."

Her words hung in the air, a puzzle piece that had eluded him. Nalumire nodded, his eyes narrowing with determination. "We must find him before anyone else does," he said, his voice firm.

The sisters shared a look, understanding the gravity of the situation. The voices of the dead grew louder in Seitsuka's mind, a cacophony of voices that spoke of fear and loss. Yet among the chaos, she heard the faintest whisper of hope, a voice that seemed to beckon them forward. "This way," she said, pointing down a narrow alleyway that was almost entirely obscured by the shadows.

The group followed her lead, their footsteps echoing off the icy walls. The alley opened up into a small square, where a group of ghostly Urso men huddled around a roaring fire, their fur coats ruffling in the wind. They looked up as Nalumire and his Valkyries approached, their eyes wary and suspicious.The city was a labyrinth of ice and shadow, each turn revealing more of the destruction wrought by the internal struggle between the council and the people. The buildings, once gleaming with the light, were now a dull grey, their beauty marred by the scars of battle.

"We're getting closer," Seitsuka murmured, her eyes glowing brighter. "I can feel his presence. The Astral is filled with spirits.... this kingdom is the dead's playground. We have always had that sense in our power. Your power.. You just have to tap into it Na'l. "

The group moved with a sense of urgency, the whispers of the dead guiding them through the desolate streets. They passed by the remains of a grand library, its books scattered like the leaves of an autumn tree, their pages frozen in time."The Denkai have always loved knowledge," Astrune said, her voice filled with sadness. "To see it destroyed like this... Being here makes the Main city look like a utopia. This is where you live Argen?"

"We will rebuild," Argen said, her voice firm. "We will restore the balance."

Their journey led them to the outskirts of the city, where the grandeur of Lumenara gave way to the stark beauty of the Alps. The air grew colder, the snowfall heavier, as they approached the base of the mountains

The air grew colder, the winds picking up, as if the city itself was yelling secrets that only the dead could hear. Nalumire nodded, his jaw set. "The Iribrium," he murmured, "of course." He took a deep breath, centering himself, and closed his eyes. The emerald light of the seal grew brighter, pulsing in his hand like a heartbeat. "Let us not be deterred," he said, his voice steady. "We will find him."

Daitsuya stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Our love will guide us," she said, her eyes filled with warmth. "Together, we are stronger than any barrier."

Seitsuka nodded in agreement. "Daitsuya is right," she said, her gaze intense. "The Iribrium will show us the way."

Nalumire took a deep breath, focusing his thoughts on his missing brother. As he did, the world around him grew hazy, the lines between reality and the Irribrum blurring. He reached out with his mind, feeling the pulse of the city's lifeblood—the collective consciousness of the Denkai and Denkou.

The voices grew clearer, a symphony of thoughts and emotions that filled his head. And amidst the cacophony, he found the one he sought—Dalazar's Signature, faint but unmistakable. It was filled with the warmth of his soul, the adventurous scholar, shined a Emerald Green, a siren's call that drew him closer.

"I can feel him," Nalumire said, his eyes snapping open. "He's in the Iribrium."

Seitsuka nodded gravely. "It looks like they are head there," she said, pointing to the inn in the distance. "We can't put you two in the same room just yet.. We'll have to open a private Link to you.. All of us should be able to stop Myos from entering while you two are linked. Give us sometime My Prince you will see Dalazar."Daitsuya took Nalumire's hand.

"We'll enter the Iribrium together," she said, her voice a gentle command. "We'll send a link to Evant. Hopefully the Seven of us won't scramble his brain."

Their eyes began to glow the color of their unique naten signature, their hearts beating in unison. The world around them grew hazy, the lines between reality and the mystical plane of the Iribrium blurring. They entered the ancient sanctuary, the air thick with the residue of powerful spells and ancient incantations. The moment Nalumire's eyes adjusted to the Iribrium, his vision was assaulted by a horrific sight—his father, Dracovis, laying lifeless on the ground, his chest stained with the crimson of fresh blood. His heart lurched in his chest, a scream caught in his throat.

Daitsuya squeezed his hand, her eyes wide with understanding. "It's a trick," she whispered. "Myos is trying to mislead you."

He clenched his jaw, willing the image to fade. The love for his brother overpowered the fear, and the illusion dissipated like mist in the morning sun. Their minds moved through the Iribrium, their bond growing stronger with each step.

The whispers grew louder, the echoes of their ancestors guiding them through the labyrinth of thoughts and memories. Nalumire felt the weight of their legacy pressing down on him, but it was not a burden—it was a call to action, a reminder of the power that coursed through his veins.

As they ventured deeper, the whispers grew into a roar, a cacophony of voices that seemed to beckon them closer to the truth. And then, through the tumult, they heard it—Dalazar's light that resonated in their very souls.

The path grew steeper, the air colder. They could feel the malevolent presence of Myos drawing near, his malicious intent. But they did not waver, their hearts beating as one, their wills unbroken.

The light grew dimmer, the shadows longer, and the stench of death grew weaker. They had reached the heart of the Iribrium, where the barrier between worlds was at its thinnest.

" Dalazar" Nalumire called out, his voice carrying through the ether.