On a freezing, moonless night, a child was born into the Novira family. Fate, however, did not grant him the quiet life other children enjoyed. His family named him Tenibras.
When Tenibras turned five, a mysterious group attacked his home. They abducted him and his mother, Gianna, and took them to a dark cave deep within the mountains.
Inside the cave, the group lit candles and drew a large circle on the ground. Within it, they carved a five-pointed star surrounded by strange symbols.
Tenibras did not understand what was happening, but he felt danger closing in.
The group brought corpses and placed them around the circle. Five men dressed in black sat at the points of the star, and a foul stench filled the cave.
Gianna was laid at the center.
The men began stabbing her slowly, letting her blood spill onto the engraved star. Gianna carried the blood of the ancient Bransa family and was its last heir.
Tenibras watched from inside an iron cage as the stones of the cave shifted in color, reacting to her blood merging with the ritual seal.
Suddenly, a strange entity emerged from within the circle—far stronger than the group had anticipated.
They could not control it.
One by one, the creature tore them apart without mercy.
In her final moments, Gianna gathered what little strength remained. She crawled toward the cage, took the keys from one of the fallen men, and unlocked the door.
Tenibras stepped out—but the creature was already approaching.
He tried to shield his mother, yet a single blow from the entity knocked him unconscious.
The creature laughed darkly.
"Finally… I am free."
It moved to finish the boy—but suddenly stopped, as if something was pulling it inward.
The creature realized the truth. The child before it was the heir of the Bransa bloodline. He could seal it once more.
Tenibras's blood began to swirl violently within him like a dark vortex. The creature shrank, drawn into one of his fingers, sealed within an unseen mark.
When Tenibras awoke, he found his mother on the brink of death.
He rushed to her side, holding her hand as she whispered secrets he needed to know—then she passed away.
For three days, Tenibras remained inside the cave, mourning her. Hatred took root in his heart—hatred toward the group that killed her, and toward his own family for failing to save her.
He buried his mother within the cave. On the third day, he left, his heart heavy with grief and burning with vengeance.
He wandered into a dense forest without direction until exhaustion overcame him and he collapsed.
An old man named Silva lived in a castle deep within that forest. While gathering firewood, he found the boy lying unconscious and carried him back to his castle.
When Tenibras awoke, he found the old man watching him with quiet sorrow. Still, he refused to speak of his past.
He remained in the castle for several days. Silva was calm, yet mysterious.
While exploring, Tenibras discovered a vast library. Silva told him it contained countless ancient books—some dating back to the era of the Kingdom of Salimar.
Tenibras had only one goal: vengeance and power. He refused to let grief weaken him.
He transformed his sorrow into ambition.
On the first day, he read six books. Then he doubled the number each time.
Far from the castle lay a training ground where he practiced daily—running, lifting weights, and mastering basic combat movements.
One day, he looked at his finger and remembered the sensation from the ritual—the moment the creature had been sealed inside him.
He had read about seals, magic, and demons in ancient manuscripts. Determined, he attempted to communicate with the seal.
He drew symbols upon the ground. Darkness poured from his hand—but it was overwhelming. His body was not yet ready to bear such power.
He chose to retreat and strengthen himself first.
Silva watched Tenibras train. One evening, he sat beside him and began explaining the state of the world and the system of power that governed it.
And he warned him—
There were secrets far more dangerous than he could imagine.