Five hundred years ago, a bloody war broke out between the primordial races.
Angels, demons, dragons, fairies, elves, beastmen, and humans all waged endless carnage, each dreaming of claiming the fate of the world.
It was then that in the middle of this bloody careening a human appeared, the very first Verschlingen in history, his power was so great that even the Monarchs, the most powerful beings of their respective races, considered him an unprecedented threat to both the reign and themselves.
His mere presence had turned the tide of the Great War, and that's not all. He had in his possession one of the most deadly weapons in existence. The Ava Corrector, a weapon that even at its lowest power could raze entire continents in a fraction of a second.
The very last use of this weapon in history caused unspeakable devastation in the world. To make the Monarchs capitulate and push them to stop waging war, he exterminated 50% of the strength of each of their armies, even that of his own race, in the face of his enormous losses in their armada, the Monarch decided to make a non-aggression pact between them to avoid further losses, not only for their own money, but also for their own safety.
They accepted all the conditions that the man had imposed on them for him to accept this pact once the pact was successfully passed the man who had restored peace disappeared as strangely as he had appeared but this time he left a note behind him saying
« From... Sorry I who always wanted peace I did not see the calamity that was approaching... when the border between Good and Evil collapses a king without a crown will appear and that day will sign the end of all things »
Many years later
1:04 p.m. Somewhere on a mountain in the Eastern Empire, a vast mansion stood proudly at the summit .
The birds were singing outside, a warm breeze rustled the leaves of the trees.
Inside the manor, there was no human noise; everything was silent and empty. Only the birdsong and the steady flow of water from the nearby fountain echoed in the corridor. In the middle of a garden stood an enormous pavilion; it ended in the center of the field of flowers. A small shot gently stirred the immaculate white curtain; a small butterfly perched on a flower Takes flight and takes the opportunity to return, signed by landing on the chests of young red-haired boys. He was asleep on the knee of a young woman with brown hair who was tenderly caressing his Head
« Young Master Eric, young Master Oliver, have you arrived »
She said in a calm and kind voice, the young boy's eyes slowly opened as he sat up. The young woman handed him a pair of transparent glasses, which he put on.
« Thanks Elena... »
you said in a calm and composed voice as he adjusted his glasses.
« It was nothing... »
The young woman's response was completely sincere, accompanied by a warm smile.
The young boys crossed their legs, yes, I scratched my head, sighing weakly.
« So Oliver and arriving, that's it ? »
« Affirmative » Elena answered yes to his question
« It's rare for him to come here, and let me guess, he went straight to see Noa, didn't he ? »
Elena She didn't answer immediately; she first took a cup of tea that was placed on a small table in the center.
« It's strange, looking at them today, it would be hard to believe they were once best friends. »
« I'm sure this is going to end in another argument, but anyway, does Dad know he's arrived ? »
Elena He gets up and starts clearing the table.
« Master Charl is already aware of your arrival; I believe he is preparing himself. »
Eric he also gets up and helps her clear away
« We should get ready too, shouldn't we? Besides, the patriarch will be angry if we're late. »
Elena I help you up and leave the pavilion with the tray, glancing at Eric behind her.
« Good idea, let's go for it... »
The young master raises his gaze to the sky, a pensive expression on his face
« Trying to avoid problems, Oliver Noa... If only you could go back to how you were before »
Two soldiers on break were sitting on a bench enjoying the day.
« It feels good to be on break, huh, Nathan? »
He asked his colleague sitting next to him.
« Nathan thinks that he and Simon should be taking care of young master Noa instead of just hanging around. »
Simon sighed, amused by his comrade's temper.
« Nathan, seriously, you should try to relax a little, and we're not just hanging around. He's the one who told us to go rest because he doesn't like having us around when he's training. Let's just take a break. Go relax, loosen up your muscles, and relax. »
Nathan Croc gave his sandwich and looked at him. « Nathan thinks Simon is still a lazybones."
A silence falls between the two. I can't hear the rustling of leaves for a moment.
« Nathan, you're annoying, you know that. »
Further inside, a huge Fleury room with a roof covered by a transparent glass dome.
Inside, a small puppy is asleep on the green lawn, held by the golden sunlight that passes through the dome's windows, while sharp knocks can be heard a little further away.
A young, shirtless, black-haired boy is hitting a tree with his fists. Blood.
« 306... 307... 308... »
These young boys are called Noa Hyperion
« What a play I'm just 310 punches and they already have Blood if I continue like this I'm going to get lectured By Yuna »
he thought looking at his bleeding point it must be said raise your heads to the sky looked at them if she blue like his eyes through the windows.
he thought, looking at his bleeding spot, it must be said, raise your head to the sky, look at them if it is blue like his eyes through the windows.
« It looks like it's not going to rain today... so much the better »
while he was looking was frozen on the blue sky a familiar voice comes to break his concentration
As he stared fixedly at the blue sky, a familiar voice broke his concentration.
« Hi cousin how are you since the time it's been 3 years I think we haven't seen each othe »
that said sound strangely false. Noa turns around with a cold look.
« Stop pretending with me and if you want to know I'm not happy to see you again Oliver. »
The boy who had just arrived is called Oliver Hyperion 17 years old 3rd son of the 4th little brother From the patriarch and one of the favorites for the title To receive this title.
Noa looks at him straight Don the eyes his flinch but his cousin seems to be amused by the situation.
« gosh you've never looked me straight in the eyes before this new it no »
a calm smile that I am on Noa's lips.
« well you'll have to get used to it »
Oliver's smile widens as they turn around and starts walking Don in the opposite direction Avon to stop.
you know my young cousin even if we are not blood related you should still know that insolence towards the elders is not a good thing but not
« Noa looks at him with a neutral facial expression as a sort of yellow storm forms around the arm of San elders. »
« I know that showing arrogance towards an elder was frowned upon in the family, the reason why I answered you like that is because I have the impression that this is what you are looking for »
Oliver turns towards Him, pointing at them with his arm covered in his golden aura, points with his mother covered in her golden aura.
"« Good answer, poor »
Laura around his arm also starts to crackle and without warning a lightning attack and launch on our protagonist channel but he does not connect and remains motionless, better his gaze becomes even more severe as the blow fills his face making him bleed but the please boy is content
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