The Terrace family was one of the greatest families of the Eastern Shirefort Continent, one of the six great continents of the Lumane Realm.
The family was blessed with individuals with varying talents and had carved their name in the history books across the realm.
Around three centuries ago, the Dark Gods had first attacked with their minions, the demons, bringing apocalypse unto the entire Lumane Realm. These gods wanted to lay claim to the realm and it's inhabitants and so, their minions decimated millions of individuals, thousands of families, and hundreds of cities and kingdoms. For two decades, humanity lived in fear and hiding from the demons who'd begun to overthrow the humans.
The actions of the Dark Gods angered the Gods of Light who ruled over Lumane and they retaliated with the full forces. In order to help their inhabitants and worshipers remain strong, the Gods of Lumane began blessing individuals with talents, unique abilities that gave the humans an edge over the demons sent to destroy them.
The first generation of talent awakeners fought a gruesome battle as they became humanity's last wall against the demons. The battle lasted for a decade and soon, a new generation of talents joined the battle.
This new generation possessed superior talents that turned the tides of the world battle slightly and when the third generation of talents came into being, the humans regained power.
The demons were driven back even though they had higher numbers compared to the human race. However, the human race knew that if they applied too much pressure on the demons, they would become completely irrational.
They had nothing to lose afterall. This led the humans to only drive the demons far enough for them to begin inhabiting their previous territories.
When it was clear that humanity could now face the demons, the Gods of Light decided to narrow down their talent giving. The first and second generation of talent awakeners had died leaving only the third generation.
From among the third generation, the Gods of light selected individuals with very special, unique and powerful talents and made contracts with them.
They would forever continue to bless the descendants of these chosen few with extraordinary talents until the humans finally managed to fully erase the demons.
One of such families to have been chosen by the Gods of Light was the Terrace family, favoured by a few of the Gods of Light. The God that favoured them the most was the Battle God of Light.
This was why most of them had awakened talents relating to the battlefield. They were all powerful individuals who held strong in terms of weapons. They were all gifted different talents relating to varying weapons.
When a child clocked fifteen, a ritual would be performed to awaken the child's talent. During the ritual, the child would become accessible by the Gods of Light. Only one God is allowed to bless a child with talent and this talent follows the child, only developing further until arrives.
Today, in the Terrace family's estate, within the underground area used for secluded training, such a ritual was ongoing.
The Terrace Twin, Damien and Damon had just celebrated their fifteenth birthday the previous day and now, they were undergoing the ritual to awaken their talents.
Damien and Damon, two identical kids with grey hairs and crystal blue eyes sat lotus style in front of a figure with a very imposing aura. Dressed in identical black shorts and grey tank tops, they watched as the man opened a large book before them.
"What is he saying?" Damon, the younger of the two kids asked with a smile on his face. He seemed excited for what was to come.
He was simply curious as to what the figure in front of them was doing. He seemed to be reading the writings of the book but the language was foreign to both of them.
"Probably chanting for the ritual to begin?" Damien, the older of the twin answered with a shrug.
As the figure brought his reading to a stop, closing the book, two rays of light descended upon both children, wrapping them completely.
As the over thirty other individuals in the room stared at this event, a small girl asked. "Mummy, what is uncle doing to big brothers?"
"Mother will tell you later. For now, watch as it'll soon be your turn." The woman replied. She turned to another eleven year old boy standing close to her. "Seth, you'll be going through the ritual soon as well. You better be prepared."
"Let it begin!" The figure's deep voice boomed out once again. As he spoke, the light kept increasing until it became to bright for the others in the room to stare at. They all had to close their eyes or look away.
However, there were exceptions like the figure standing authoritatively in front of the kids, the mother of the twins who covered the eyes of the little girl shw was carrying with one hand, with the palm of her other hand, and a petite figure with silver hair and blue eyes standing among the other individuals. This was Lady Reyla who also had no problem staring at them.
The light stopped increasing in brightness and soon, it began to dim. Slowly, until it completely vanished. Replaced by the light was a ring of light floating above the head of both kids, one brighter than the other.
"You both should proceed forward and write down your names in this ancestral book. It should reveal your talent and its rank." Their uncle, the man who'd overseen the ritual commanded with a grin of pride.
"Damon, come forward and write down your name." The figure said with a smile, anticipating nothing but good news.
Damon, the younger twin penned down his name "Damon Terrace" and moved back. Seconds later, something extraordinary happened as words began to form just beside his name. As their uncle watched the letters arrange themselves, he smiled.
"Blessed by the Battle God of Light, Damon has awakened the S-Rank Talent, Weapon Master." He could barely contain the excitement as he announced the result of Damon's ritual.
There were rounds of applause and even chants of victory as they all celebrated the kid's awakened talent which gave him mastery over all weapons.
"Damien, step forward." Their uncle commanded and immediately did Damien comply. He received the feather from his uncle and dipped it into the bottle of ink on his uncle's palm.
Damien beautifully scribbled down his name "Damien Terrace" on the book and returned the feather to his uncle. a few seconds later, the same phenomenon occurred as words began to take form on the book.
"Blessed by the Mischief God of Light," His words slowed as he read the other part of the ritual's result. "E-Rank, Summoning." Their uncle announced with a frown on his face.
While his was simply a frown, the others had looks of disappointment and disgust.
"Opposite talents, huh? One's perfect and the other is pathetic." A figure spat as he walked out of the area.