The suffocating silence that followed Lilith's seal breaking still hung in the air, but the world was no longer the same.
From the heart of the continent to the most remote villages, something ancient and dark began to stir. The sky, cracked with black and violet fissures, cast a spectral light over lands that had slept for millennia under the watchful gaze of ancient magic.
The ground trembled, revealing glowing cracks through which a primordial energy seeped. The air was thick—not just with fear, but with a threatening anticipation. Chaos announced its arrival.
Beneath the depths of the ocean, waves rose like walls of liquid steel. The roar of a colossal creature shattered the maritime silence, sending even the boldest beasts fleeing in panic.
Leviathan, the Angel of the Depths, opened his sky-blue eyes after centuries of slumber. His scales gleamed with celestial runes, a living tapestry stretching for miles—marking the power he carried.
> "The seal... has been broken..." his voice echoed, reverberating through the waters, shaking ships and continents alike.
The creature gazed toward the horizon, sensing an ancient, familiar, and dangerous presence.
> "Lilith... again."
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In the mist-covered mountains, Azaroth, the Hellhound, emerged from flames and rocks. His crimson eyes burned, and three voices echoed in unison within the form that seemed pure fury made flesh.
> "The light... there is no mistake. The Immortal Witch breathes once more."
Each step he took dissolved magma beneath his feet, igniting the ground and causing black, twisted flowers to bloom wherever he walked.
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Among the floating ruins of an age-old destroyed castle, a figure laughed softly.
Malhar, the god of trickery and chaos, watched the sky like one witnessing a well-rehearsed play.
> "Ah, Lilith... always you. What a beautiful disaster. The old gods will blame me again for this."
He smiled and vanished in a golden cloud of smoke, his laughter echoing between worlds.
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In the crimson desert, beneath the blood-red sunset, Shedow opened his eyes.
His human form masked a suffocating power—a fusion of magic and darkness capable of making time hesitate.
> "So many centuries... and she dared break the seal."
His voice was calm, but the earth bowed before his presence.
> "Lilith... still playing with fate, even in death."
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In the capitals, mages raised immense barriers, and messengers raced to spread news that traveled like wildfire through dry straw. Kings felt the air shift, as if the very world was holding its breath.
In Elden Castle, the old king—one of the few humans aware of Lilith's presence—fell to his knees.
> "The seal... is broken. What she has done... will destroy us."
Advisors tried to comprehend, but no one could grasp the true depth of the calamity.
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In the villages, people gazed at the sky, now painted by a black aurora. Children cried, animals fled, and low-level mages fainted under the weight of the spiritual energy engulfing the world.
It was as if the very air had a will of its own.
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In the dark forests of Avarin, Morgra, the Shadow Weaver and Second Immortal Witch, fell to her knees, clutching her chest as ancient runes glowed faintly on her skin.
> "Lilith... you fool... you really did it..."
Evelyn, the Twilight Witch, and Nerha, the Void Guardian, sensed the seal's energy dissipating like wind through leaves.
> "Her light... has gone out," said Evelyn, with sadness.
> "No. She has only found a new vessel," Nerha replied, gazing toward the horizon.
"She is inside something... or someone."
A name echoed in the minds of the three:
> "Yuta."
Meanwhile, beneath a sky torn in shades of purple and black, Yuta's group walked along a vast road, still feeling the tremors from the magical explosion that freed Lilith.
Seraphina, wounded and silent, stared into the horizon. Ravenna remained quiet, her once-steely eyes now clouded with doubt.
Kaien, with the resolute face of a captain, kept the group together.
And Yuta, bowed and tense, heard Lilith's cold and mocking voice whisper in his mind:
> "The world has awakened, boy. I hope you're ready. I broke the seal... and now you are the vessel of my wrath."
He clenched his fists.
> "Shut up. We didn't do this to destroy the world."
> "Ah, but you did. You're more like me than you think."
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Before them stood the colossal structure of the Origin Base—a fortress ancient yet rebuilt with arcane technology.
Floating crystal towers orbited around it while radiant runic barriers shimmered atop the structure.
Armed guards and mages raised weapons and staffs at the entrance, which slowly opened at the command of the Order.
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Inside the main hall, holograms and magical symbols projected images of global chaos: rising oceans, shifting mountains, and entire cities swallowed by shadows.
A man with white hair and silver eyes approached—Commander Eldric, leader of the Origin.
> "You're late. The world is falling apart. And Lilith... was last seen in the north. After that... she vanished."
Ravenna looked at Yuta, feeling the weight of those words.
But he looked away.
Lilith laughed inside his mind:
> "Vanished? How amusing... I've never been more alive."
As the meeting began, another tremor shook the ground.
Everyone looked up.
Crystals cracked.
A voice echoed through the barriers—from everywhere and nowhere at once:
> "The Primordials have returned."
The message repeated in dozens of tongues, coming from mages, priests, automatons—even birds and beasts.
It was as if the world itself had spoken.
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Yuta stared at the horizon through the base's glass walls.
For a moment, he saw five silhouettes walking amid lightning and flames:
Shedow, Leviathan, Azaroth, Malhar, and Tismani.
All gathered while the sky bent around them.
Lilith whispered, almost tenderly:
> "Now, Yuta... the real game begins."
The world fell silent once more.
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The doors of the Origin Base shut behind the group.
The metallic sound echoed through the halls, muffled by the energetic pulse of the walls.
Every stone of the fortress vibrated in harmony with the Arcane Core—a colossal black crystal that maintained the nation's energy balance.
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The emergency council was assembled: witches, generals, central guild mages, human officers, and even creatures bound by ancient seals.
The air was heavy, saturated with power and fear.
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Commander Eldric struck his rune spear on the floor, projecting a floating blue map.
> "As you know, Lilith broke the seal. The released energy disrupted the world's arcane flow, awakening the Primordials."
Eyes met across the room.
Everyone knew what that meant: the first beings born from magic itself.
> "The Primordials are ancient entities—some born from chaos, others created by gods before witches even existed. They don't obey mortal laws. Their mere presence reshapes the world, altering tides, weather, even time."
Five figures appeared on the projection: Shedow, Azaroth, Leviathan, Malhar, and an indistinct silhouette—Tismani.
A young mage trembled, raising his hand:
> "But... how can they be so powerful? Not even Rank-S members of the Order compare to this energy."
Eldric nodded and showed a circle divided into seven layers of energy.
> Magic Power Classification — Defined by the Order:
> Level 1–10: Beginners. Channel unstable energy.
> Level 11–30: Rune Mages. Control basic elements.
> Level 31–60: Archmages. Masters of ancient magic.
> Level 61–80: Great Influence Entities. Manipulate global enchantments.
> Level 81–99: Transcendental Beings. Magic and body as one.
> Level 100: Known limit. Beyond this, the human body collapses.
> Level ???: The Primordials. Unlimited. Magic itself.
> "Lilith was ranked as Level 99 Witch. But what she did... surpassed the limit—becoming an infinite source of magic. That's why the seal broke."
Lilith's laughter echoed inside Yuta's mind.
> "Finally, someone who appreciates me as I should be."
Yuta rolled his eyes.
> "If I could, I'd seal her again."
> "Too late for that, darling."
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Suddenly, the air distorted.
Runes on the walls flickered.
The sound of water and wind filled the chamber, and a bluish shadow slid across the ceiling like liquid light.
Everyone stood, weapons and magic at the ready.
> "Calm yourselves," a melodic, cold voice echoed.
A woman emerged from the vortex—silver-blue hair, pale skin, and heterochromatic eyes—one deep ocean blue, the other lunar silver.
Her legs blurred between tail and limbs, cloaked in shells and translucent veils that shimmered like living crystals.
She was Tismani, the Sea Thief—the Banshee of the Depths, a living legend.
Eldric nearly lost his balance.
> "This... this cannot be. You were sealed a thousand years ago."
She smiled, amused.
> "The seal broke. And apparently, so did I."
Her gaze locked onto Yuta.
> "You... are not what you seem."
Yuta turned, feigning indifference.
Lilith mocked inside his mind:
> "Still so beautiful... careful, boy. She has fooled gods before."
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Tismani approached the main table.
Her mere presence made the air tremble—not with hostility, but with magical density.
> "Before you ask, I came because the world's balance has been broken. Lilith shattered the Seal of Seven Keys."
She raised her hand, projecting seven glowing sigils—intertwined circles representing primordial forces:
1. Darkness (Shedow)
2. Hell (Azaroth)
3. Sea (Leviathan)
4. Deceit (Malhar)
5. Chaos (Lilith)
6. Life (Queen of Witches)
7. Fate (Mother of Magic)
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> "Each key maintains a layer of reality's stability. Without them, the world collapses—seas swallow lands, time folds, and magic loses its flow. And now..."
She paused gravely.
> "All have been freed."
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Seraphina inhaled deeply.
> "You mean... the world will collapse?"
Tismani nodded.
> "Not just the world. Reality itself will be rewritten."
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The hall fell silent again.
Yuta clenched his fist, staring at Tismani.
> "And Lilith? Why did she do this? What is her goal?"
Tismani looked at him curiously.
> "Lilith..." she smiled sadly. "Loved the Queen of Witches. They were sisters, friends, rivals. She broke the seal for two reasons: to free the Primordials and to restore power to the Queen—even if it cost her existence."
Lilith's cold, certain voice echoed in Yuta's mind.
> "And I do not regret it."
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Tismani continued.
> "The true Queen of Witches has been reborn. Her name... is Lyra."
Yuta froze, his heart pounding hard.
Before anyone noticed, he masked his expression.
Lilith whispered.
> "Don't tell them. Not yet."
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A mage stammered.
> "And the other Primordials? Will they unite? Start a war?"
Tismani looked toward Shedow's projection.
> "Shedow is the strongest among us. Half vampire, half sorcerer—a fusion of blood and magic. He can challenge even the ancient gods. But he doesn't seek power for power's sake... he wants total control over magic and fate."
Then she glanced at Malhar.
> "Malhar is unpredictable. Not evil, but he loves chaos. He toys with truth and lies like an artist. If the others fight, he will decide the outcome of the war."
Kaien crossed his arms.
> "And you? Whose side are you on?"
She smiled.
> "Mine. And the side that keeps the sea calm. I don't want war... but if Shedow tries to drown the world in darkness, I will drag him back to the depths."
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Eldric sighed, looking at the council.
> "So it's decided. The seal is gone. The keys are free. And the Primordials walk among us once again."
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Ravenna, still silent, looked at Yuta—trying to read his expression.
She knew there was something different about him. Something dark, as if Lilith still breathed inside him.
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Tismani turned to leave.
> "The meeting is over. From now on, you all play the game. Origin must decide: fight... or survive."
Before stepping through the glowing portal, she glanced at Yuta.
> "You... have her eyes. Be careful what you carry."
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Yuta said nothing. He only watched as she disappeared like a wave returning to the sea.
Lilith whispered, soft and almost satisfied.
> "The pieces are on the board."
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Then, silence.
The calm before the storm—once more.
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The Origin Base exhaled relief—as if even the air was tired of the decisions made.
The magical seals along the halls slowly faded away, the metallic hum of runes dissolving and leaving behind a trail of blue energy.
The youngest mages left the main hall in silence, while the elders exchanged heavy, worried glances.
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Yuta remained there.
Sitting on a marble step near the main gate, he watched the moonlight shine through the shattered dome's stained glass.
His golden eyes caught the pale night glow—and for a brief moment, it seemed he saw something beyond the visible.
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Tismani approached silently, spinning a golden coin between her fingers as if she had all the time in the world.
> "You disappeared right after the meeting," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Were you avoiding me?"
Yuta smiled faintly, not turning his gaze from the cracked glass.
> "If I wanted to avoid you, you wouldn't have found me."
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> "Hmm..." Tismani spun the coin again and slipped it into her pocket. "I heard you're good at hiding. Still not sure if that makes you smart... or cowardly."
> "Depends on who's looking," Yuta replied, standing. "And in your case, it's better you don't find me too fast."
She laughed—a soft, teasing sound—as her eyes studied him like a thief appraising a jewel before the heist.
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> "Alright, Yuta. Since you don't want to talk about what happened in there, tell me one thing."
> "What?"
> "Who are these names you and the others keep mentioning like living legends? Shedow, Valhart, Kael... Lilith... I've lived long enough to see many things, but this new generation speaks of them as if they were gods."
> "You really don't know who they are?" Yuta asked, surprised.
> "I know the tales. But I've never seen any of them. Just stories—and stories have more holes than empty vaults."
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Yuta crossed his arms and took a deep breath.
> "Then here goes. Since you're curious, I'll tell you what really matters about them. But listen closely—this isn't in any book."
Tismani leaned against the wall, crossing her legs. The moonlight reflected on her face, giving her an enigmatic and curious aura.
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To be continued...