Noelle's eyes widened in terror as he saw Kael's manifestation of the sun, a blazing orb of searing light and heat, hovering above his outstretched hand. The air around him crackled with energy, and he could feel the intense heat singeing her skin even from a distance.
His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic rhythm of fear and desperation. He knew that if Kael unleashed his power, his chances of winning might lower. His mind raced, searching for a way to counter the
impending doom, but the sight of Mikaela writhing in agony from his own attack filled him with a pang of guilt and hesitation.
In that moment, memories of his past flooded his mind.
Noelle's birth was a moment of both joy and confusion for his parents. They were simple folk, devoid of any magical abilities, living a modest life in a quiet village. From the moment he could walk, Noelle exhibited signs of extraordinary power. He could summon flames with a flick of his wrist and command the water with a mere thought.
His parents, unable to comprehend the source of his abilities, treated him with a mixture of awe and fear.
But Noelle, even as a child, looked down upon them with disdain. He saw their lack of magic as a weakness, a flaw that made them unworthy of his respect.
As he grew older, Noelle's powers only intensified, and so did his arrogance. He believed himself to be destined for greatness, a being far superior to those around him. His parents' attempts to instil humility and kindness in him were met with scorn. Noelle saw their teachings as the ramblings of the weak, so when he manifested the ability to manipulate dark matter, or rather, darkness itself, he killed his mother and father. After that, he vowed to carve his own path, one that would elevate him above all others.
It was during his teenage years that Noelle first heard of the Allied Nations of Tellus, an ancient
organization dedicated to maintaining balance and order in the world of magic. The A.N.Ts were revered for their wisdom and power, but to Noelle, they represented everything he despised: rules, limitations, and a sense of duty that shackled true potential. He decided then and there that he would create his own
organization, one that would oppose the A.N.Ts at every turn. Not out of any noble cause or grand vision, but simply because he could. Noelle revelled in chaos and destruction, and he saw the challenge of
dismantling the A.N.Ts as the ultimate test of his abilities.
Noelle took on the name of Enantio and then he gave birth to the Dark Saints. His organization quickly gained a reputation for its ruthlessness and cunning. He recruited individuals who shared his disdain for
authority and his thirst for power. Under his leadership, the Dark Saints launched a series of attacks against the A.N.Ts, each more devastating than the last. Noelle's tactics were brutal and merciless, and he took pleasure in the fear and confusion he sowed among his enemies.
Despite his outward confidence, Noelle's heart was a void, devoid of empathy and compassion. He saw people as mere tools to be used and discarded at his whim. His followers feared him as Enantio as much
as they respected him, knowing that any sign of weakness or disloyalty would be met with swift and deadly retribution. Enantio's cruelty knew no bounds, and he delighted in the suffering of others, seeing it as a testament of his own superiority.
One night, as he stood atop a hill overlooking a village he had ordered to be razed to the ground, Noelle felt a rare moment of introspection. The flames danced in his eyes, reflecting the chaos he had wrought.
He thought of his parents, long dead and forgotten, and wondered if they could recognize the monster he had become. But the thought was fleeing, quickly replaced by a sense of satisfaction. He was Enantio, the
harbinger of darkness, and he needed no reason to be evil. It was simply who he was, and he embraced it with every fibre of his being despite their best efforts, struggled to contain his relentless onslaught. Noelle thrived in the chaos, his power and influence expanding with each victory.
He had no grand plan, no ultimate goal. He was driven by a simple, unyielding desire to prove his superiority and to revel in the destruction he caused.