The passing of a peaceful year transformed the Holy Empire in ways none of its first settlers could have dreamed.
Under the gentle guidance of Priestess Lyria, the firm leadership of Aeren and the Divine Order, and the watchful presence of Aevis, the Primordial Dragon, the once-ruined land had become a thriving center of life.
Beasts roamed peacefully under the protection of the Divine Laws.
Elves, dwarves, beastkin, humans, and other races lived side by side.
The Grand Temple of Razeon stood tall—glowing with the purified Heartstone at its core.
Faith grew.
And when faith grew, the God of the Forsaken Dawn grew with it.
Every prayer that reached Razeon strengthened his divinity. The bright divine realm pulsed with new power, expanding into luminous seas of stars.
And with this increasing power, Razeon created another divine beast—
Seraphael, the Primordial Celestial Griffon, blessed by light, wind, and fire.
After greeting Razeon in his majestic humanoid form, Seraphael descended to the Divine Beast Realm, where a new celestial sanctuary was created just for him.
The Holy Empire enjoyed one year of uninterrupted peace.
They believed danger was finally behind them.
They were wrong.Razeon Delivers a Divine Warning
One evening, while the sun dipped beneath the holy mountains and villagers prepared to rest, the Grand Temple trembled with divine force.
A golden pillar of light shot upward.
Lyria, praying before the altar, gasped as her eyes turned into glowing sigils of pure gold—
Razeon was speaking through her.
His voice echoed through every soul in the Holy Empire:
"My people… a shadow marches toward you."
Silence engulfed the world.
"A force born of ancient hatred moves from the far north.
A demon general… one who once served the Demon God I sealed away."
The revelation shocked all who heard it.
"Prepare yourselves.
War approaches."
The light dimmed.
Lyria fell to her knees, breathing heavily as she returned to normal.
Aevis and Aeren immediately rushed inside.
"Priestess! What did Lord Razeon show you?" Aeren asked.
Lyria steadied herself. "A demon army… and a general riding a… bone-like dragon. They march toward us."
Aevis' eyes narrowed. "So the remnants of the ancient evil finally move…"The Demon General Begins His March
Far to the north, beyond ruined kingdoms and cursed valleys, marched a towering figure clad in dark armor.
His name—
Draughar the Fell Blade, General of the Sleeping Demon God.
Pale horns curved backward from his helm, and a chilling aura followed him like a storm of despair.
His mount, a massive bone dragon, soared above tens of thousands of demons—
twisted beasts, corrupted creatures, and shadow-born horrors.
"We march south," Draughar commanded, his voice a rumble of doom.
"The last land of light must fall."
For thirty days, the army tore through empty kingdoms and dead lands.
At the end of the month, the demon army stood at the border of the flourishing Holy Empire.
The demons roared.
The sky darkened.
The earth trembled.
The war had begun.The Holy Empire Prepares for Battle
The moment Razeon's warning spread, the Holy Empire mobilized.
Aevis
—spread his immense wings over the city, his presence calming the frightened.
Seraphael
—returned from the Divine Beast Realm, bowing before Aevis, his elder brother in creation.
"My lord," Seraphael said with a proud yet respectful tone, "grant me permission to protect this empire in this war."
Aevis nodded firmly.
"You will fight as a guardian beside us."
The Celestial Griffon's wings burst with radiant energy.
Aeren
—trained the Divine Order day and night, forging them into a disciplined force.
Lyria
—strengthened the protective barriers around the Holy Empire and guided people in prayer, ensuring faith continued to flow to Razeon.
Forges burned.
Elven archers sharpened arrows.
Dwarven smiths crafted enchanted weapons.
Beastkin warriors patrolled the borders.
Everyone prepared.The Demon Army Arrives
On the final night before the attack, an unnatural wind swept the land.
Drums of war thundered across the plains.
And then—
The demon army arrived.
Tens of thousands of demonic beings surrounded the Holy Empire.
Above them, on his bone dragon, hovered General Draughar—
cold, merciless, and radiating a killing intent that chilled the soul.
"Razeon's little empire…" he sneered. "How amusing."
He raised his sword—
The battle began.
The First Clash
Demons charged the walls.
The Holy Empire responded.
Arrows of light rained down from elven towers.
Beastkin fighters leapt into battle.
Dwarven shields held strong.
But the demons were overwhelming in number.
Then—
Seraphael descended like a meteor.
Wings blazing with celestial fire, he struck into the demon ranks, dispersing hundreds in an explosion of wind.
"Stand behind me!" Seraphael shouted, covering civilians and pushing demons back with radiant blasts.
Lyria stood at the temple entrance, chanting divine hymns that purified corrupted monsters approaching the sacred grounds.
Aeren and the Divine Order formed the front line, refusing to retreat a single step.
And above them all—
Aevis rose into the sky.
There he met the bone dragon and the demon general head-on.
"General of a fallen god," Aevis declared, his wings unfurling to their full celestial span, "your darkness ends here."
Draughar smirked.
"Then show me, creation of the false dawn… your strength."
Their clash split the clouds.
Light and shadow collided.
The war for the future of the world…
had truly begun.