The atmosphere in the Ernas estate's living room was thick with curiosity and anticipation. Gathered there were Apollo, Elina, Rena, Tista, Brago, Jirni, Sylpha, and Meron—each watching Tista intently as they delved into a discussion that could redefine their understanding of magic.
Sylpha leaned forward, her gaze sharp. "Tista, what do you know about Arthur and Morgan's Creation Magic?"
Tista took a deep breath before answering. "Creation Magic is a discipline like no other. It defies the known principles of magic, surpassing traditional schools of thought. More than that, it holds the key to unraveling the mysteries of the cursed elements."
Meron's brows furrowed. "The cursed elements? What exactly are they?"
Before Tista could respond, a sharp chime echoed through the room. A blue blinking light flared from within her jacket. Instinctively, she reached for the enchanted device, and the moment her fingers brushed against it, a powerful surge of energy filled the room. A magical formation activated beneath them, swirling with intricate runes. Before anyone could react, the spell transported them all away in a flash of light.
They reappeared in a large chamber, the air heavy with raw magical energy. In the center of the room, Yurial lay convulsing on a bed, his body writhing in pain. Friya, Phloria, and Quilla were struggling to hold him down, their faces taut with worry. His aura pulsed erratically, the fluctuating mana threatening to spiral out of control.
Morgan stood at his bedside, eyes grim yet focused. She turned toward Tista as she arrived. "It's time."
Arthur, standing nearby, had already begun the incantation. His voice resonated with ancient power, weaving a spell unlike any other. The room dimmed, the very fabric of reality bending under the weight of his words.
The Chant of Seven KnotsBy knot one, wind is the breath of life,
A whispering force, both calm and rife.
By knot two, water becomes the blood,
A flowing river, a vital flood.
By knot three, earth shapes flesh and bone,
A body formed, a vessel grown.
By knot four, fire ignites the soul,
A spark divine, a burning whole.
By knot five, light binds all as one,
A radiant thread, the weaving sun.
By knot six, darkness unbinds the chain,
Returning all to the Being again.
By knot seven, the cycle is spun,
Six elements merge, yet stand as one.
The force of life, the pull of death,
The endless dance of fate and breath.
Thus the spell is cast and sealed,
By seven knots, the truth revealed.
As the final words echoed, an immense force rippled outward. The entire room shuddered as they were pulled into an unknown plane. The boundaries of existence blurred, and in an instant, they found themselves suspended in a vast, ethereal space—an astral plane unlike anything they had ever seen.
The air here was weightless, suffused with cosmic energy. Stars shimmered in the distance, swirling nebulae casting hues of deep blue and violet across the void. Before them stood six towering figures, each radiating an overwhelming presence. Instinctively, they all understood who these beings were—ancient guardians, the primordial forces that shaped the world.
From left to right, they beheld the celestial figures:
Leegaa, The Guardian of Knowledge – The Father of Dragons, draped in robes of flowing wisdom, his eyes glowing like ancient tomes.
Salaark, The Guardian of Creation and Innovation – The Mother of Phoenixes, her form wreathed in golden flames, a hammer and anvil floating beside her.
Fenager, The Guardian of the Unknown – The Father of Leviathans, shrouded in endless mist, his emblem a question mark flickering with possibility.
Tyris, The Guardian of Nature and Evolution – The Mother of Griffons, her presence exuding a nurturing yet powerful aura, her symbol a proud griffon.
Zagran, The Guardian of Strength and War – The Mother of Garudas, wings of thunder extending behind her, her emblem depicting a majestic garuda.
Roghar, The Guardian of Life's Innovation – The Father of Feiffers, a cunning fox-like grin on his face, his symbol a fox entwined with magical runes.
Scarlett, The Guardian of Creativity and Growth – The Mother of Sekhmets, holding a quill that glowed with boundless potential.
Ileza, The Guardian of Nature's Balance – The Mother of Bestets, her presence deeply rooted, an ancient tree marking her emblem.
Each guardian radiated raw, elemental power, their gazes piercing through the veil of mortal understanding.
Before each person in the astral plane, an emblem materialized—each one uniquely attuned to the individual standing before it. As the group stared at their emblems, they felt an undeniable connection to the guardian linked to them. A profound understanding washed over them: the emblems represented the latent bloodlines within them, ones they could awaken if they so chose.
Leegaa's emblem – A book, symbolizing the endless pursuit of wisdom.
Salaark's emblem – A hammer and anvil, representing creation and mastery.
Fenager's emblem – A question mark, embodying curiosity and the unknown.
Tyris's emblem – A griffon, the guardian of nature's power.
Zagran's emblem – A garuda, symbolizing unyielding strength.
Roghar's emblem – A fox, representing cunning and adaptability.
Scarlett's emblem – A pencil, the mark of boundless imagination.
Ileza's emblem – A tree, the eternal cycle of life.
As each person reached toward their emblem, they could feel the latent power surging within, as if centuries of bloodline potential had suddenly awakened.
Arthur turned to Morgan, his voice steady. "This is more than just an awakening. This is evolution itself."
Morgan nodded, eyes locked onto the celestial beings before them. "We stand before the primordial forces of the world. What we do next will change everything."
The guardians spoke in unison, their voices echoing through the endless void.
"The time has come. Awaken your true selves, or remain as you are. Choose wisely."
The moment of decision was upon them. Each of them had a path before them—one that would redefine their destinies forever.