Valhalla: The Deception Unfolds
In the twilight-lit halls of Valhalla, where banners of war draped the towering walls, two figures stood in hushed conversation. One bore a thick beard, the other a jagged scar—a mark of countless battles.
The bearded man exhaled slowly, his voice low yet laced with satisfaction. "So, they remain deceived by our Xing Lee. It is fortunate that our ruse worked." He stroked his beard thoughtfully, eyes narrowing. "But what troubles me is Xenos. No divine power, yet he controlled mana so masterfully that he defeated the wolves with ease. It should be impossible. Either he is lying, or the elder is mistaken."
The scarred man leaned against a marble pillar, a smirk playing on his lips. "Xenos is an anomaly, no doubt. But what matters is that the transmigrator has arrived. Our mission is complete." He paused, the flickering torchlight reflecting in his eyes. "If fate favors us, we may even sway Xenos to our side."
A slow grin spread across his face. "They have no reason to flee now—not when they trust Xing Lee. And soon, they will serve our cause in the coming war."
Neo Region: The Prophecy Awakens
The Palace of Neo rose like a beacon of purity amidst the vast land. Its towering white walls glowed under the sun, and its golden spires seemed to pierce the heavens. Within its grand halls, whispers of fate echoed.
In the Ansortin Tribe, two knights stood in solemn conversation.
One of them, a seasoned warrior, spoke with admiration. "Lord Richard was right. The legendary inheritance of Dio de Ansoritin has surfaced, just as he foretold—the moment the fated transmigrator arrived."
The other knight, a man with a single piercing eye, frowned. "Our lord's foresight is unparalleled, but if the rumors hold true, the transmigrator possesses supreme divine power." He exhaled sharply. "If we are not careful, we may face something beyond our control."
A regal presence entered the hall—Lord Ansortin Richard himself. His very steps commanded respect, his long golden cloak trailing behind him. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, gleamed with determination.
"Fear not," Richard declared, his voice unwavering. "The transmigrator will be ours. We march for Valhalla soon."
He turned to his knights, his gaze filled with iron resolve. "Should he possess divine power, we must ensure he wields it for us, not against us."
He paused before delivering his final order. "Ansortin Michael is already in place. We wait for his signal—then we strike the Xing Tribe down."
The Escape: Shadows in the Night
In the depths of a fortified prison, two figures worked in silence. Their hands wove through the dirt, mana pulsing through their fingertips as they carved a path beneath their captors' feet.
At last, the earth gave way, and Xenos and David emerged beneath the veil of night. They wasted no time, sprinting toward Towins Academy, their only refuge in a land riddled with danger.
As they ran, David shot Xenos a wary glance. "Why do you trust me so much? Aren't you afraid I'll betray you?"
Xenos chuckled but didn't slow his pace. "Trust?" He shook his head. "No, David. This is survival. We are trapped in the same game, and those who pull the strings will throw us into battle like pawns. Only blood will remain."
David's breath hitched as Xenos turned toward him, eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
"I know where you came from, David."
David's pulse quickened. "What…?"
Xenos smirked. "Earth."
David skidded to a halt, his face paling. "How do you know that?"
Xenos's expression darkened. "And I know something else. You were betrayed—by the very people who should have protected you."
Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken pain.
David swallowed hard. "You're right…" He hesitated before whispering, "But how do you know? And… did you lie about not having divine power?" His voice wavered. "Is it true that I have control over darkness?"
Xenos met his gaze, his answer firm. "I never lied. I possess no divine power. I was a discarded creation in my own family's eyes. But you…" His voice softened, almost reverent. "You truly wield the power of darkness. You can create it. Consume it. Erase it."
David clenched his fists. A strange relief settled over him. "Then I believe you. We've both suffered… but we won't be pawns in their war."
Xenos gave a faint smile. "Perhaps. But remember, David—no matter how much the world hardens your heart, never let them destroy your inner peace."
The Bloody Forest
Time passed.
Deep within a darkened forest, a battle had already ended.
The air reeked of blood, staining the earth in crimson pools. The scent had already drawn stronger monsters—hunters seeking an easy feast.
But there were no corpses.
No flesh to consume.
Only emptiness—as though the fallen had never existed at all.
A man with a fierce aura stepped into the clearing, his sharp eyes scanning the scene. His name was Decario, and his expression was grave.
"Clara…" His voice was measured but urgent. "Are you certain Xenos is dead?"
Beside him, a tall, striking woman with a seductive yet dangerous presence narrowed her eyes at the eerie battlefield.
"Something is wrong," Clara murmured. "I should be able to recreate the past with my power… yet I can't. That means someone far stronger was here." She crossed her arms, a smirk creeping onto her lips. "But does it matter? Xenos had no future with us. He was just a failure."
She turned to Decario, her tone indifferent. "Besides, we will have another offspring soon. I have already accelerated my cycle."
Decario's expression darkened.
Damn it.
He clenched his fists, his thoughts racing. Our experiment to create a supreme divine-powered human… failed.
If Xenos had survived, then he had become something far worse than a failure.
Back in the shadows of the forest, David turned to Clara, his expression grim.
"The transmigrator has already arrived."
Clara's eyes glinted with intrigue. "And?"
Decario's voice was cold. "We just need to disappear before the Galactic War begins."
He turned away, but something in the air shifted.
Something dark.