18 YEARS AGO: THE OMEN
The birth of the six brothers was not a celebration; it was a cosmic anomaly. In the deepest chamber of the Royal Medical Wing, six cries echoed at the exact same microsecond. But as the nurses stepped back in terror, they saw something impossible.
The infants' faces were not visible. They were born with "Eternal Veils":
The first's face was a chaotic storm of Electrical Sparks.
The second was encased in a liquid Metal visor.
The third wore a Strange Mask (resembling a blocky, digital artifact).
The fourth was obscured by a swirling mist of Urza.
The fifth was shielded by the hilt of a spectral Sword.
The sixth was hidden behind an unbreakable, translucent Barrier.
Only their eyes—sharp and glowing—and their tufts of hair were visible.
"They shall be the pillars of the new era," a voice announced. "They are Thunder, Mark, Ninten, Gic, Fi, and Dent."
PRESENT DAY:
The flashback dissolved like mist.
Thunder The King stood on the edge of the cliff, his eyes reflecting the vastness of the Hidden Maliqun Country. Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps broke his meditation.
"Thunder! Where have you been all this time?!" Mark shouted, skidding to a halt, his chest heaving.
Thunder turned slowly, his expression calm. "Oh, Mark. I was just walking. Why are you running like the world is ending?"
"Did you forget?!" Mark grabbed his shoulder. "The final round of the tournament starts in a few hours! Everyone is looking for you!"
"I didn't forget," Thunder replied casually. "A warrior's mind needs the silence of the wind before the roar of the battle."
"Wait! Not me!" Mark suddenly turned toward four figures approaching them. "Thunder was the one wandering for no reason! I just came to fetch him!"
The four brothers—Ninten, Gic, Fi, and Dent—arrived, all bearing the title of 'The King'.
"Where have you two been?" Gic asked, crossing his arms. "Father is calling. You both are the finalists, and here you are... walking?"
"What's wrong with walking for no reason?" Thunder asked with a small smirk.
"Father's orders," Gic replied firmly. "Go to th Now."
THE DOMAINS OF POWERS
The training grounds of the 8th Hidden Maliqun King were a spectacle of raw power. As the brothers began their warm-up, their Qadirun Maliqun domains manifested:
Thunder: QADIRUN MALIQUN OF THUNDER,LIGHTNING,ELECTRICITY AND MAGNETICS.
Mark: QADIRUN MALIQUN OF BRAIN,MIND,THOUGHTS,TECHNOLOGIES,METAL,MATERIALS, INTELLIGENCE,PSYCHOLOGY AND PSYCHIC.
Ninten: QADIRUN MALIQUN OF GAMES.ALTHOUGH HIS POWERS ARE USELESS IN BATTLE.
Gic: QADIRUN MALIQUN OF DU'AH (you will know later on the story).
Fi: QADIRUN MALIQUN OF FIGHTS (no flashy only done by hand,leg,body and weapons).
Dent: QADIRUN MALIQUN OF DEFENCE.
THE ROYAL PARENTS
"Boys," a voice boomed.
Khandaker Al-Khalid, the 8th Hidden Maliqun King, walked toward them. His right sleeve hung empty—a grim reminder of his battle with Nemesis 1018 years ago. Despite his power, the wound from Destruction could never be healed.
"We are training, Father," they replied in unison.
"Train well," Khalid nodded.
"Khalid!"
A woman of immense grace and authority stepped forward. Khandaker Al-Shifa, the greatest Medical Animan in the world, looked at her husband with a frown. "Forcing them to train every waking second is not the mark of a wise king."
Khalid smiled faintly. "Don't worry, Shifa. They are Walid Maliqun. They are born to surpass us all."
Suddenly, a loud announcement echoed through the city:
"MARK! THUNDER! THE FINAL ROUND BEGINS NOW! PROCEED TO THE STADIUM!"
Thunder and Mark looked at each other. The casual brotherhood vanished, replaced by the fire of rivalry.
"Let me show you who the real boss is," Thunder said, electricity crackling under his skin.
"In your dreams, brother," Mark replied, his mind already calculating Thunder's defeat.