The seals are the determining factors of power which are passed on to royals by the divine beings to every first born.A seal has 3 markings in which the first marking determines longevity where the seal bearer lives for a millennial , the second marking determines wings of the divine in which the bearer can manifest the wings of the divine being themselves and the last marking determines spiritual vision where the bearer can see soul's,spirits and realms which cannot be seen to the human eye.
These 3 are together called as the angelic triad and wielded only by the royal bloods.They can appear anywhere in the body ,the seal bearer who is the first born of the royal bloodline naturally becomes the ruler of the great nation.If the seal bearer ceases the seal gets passed to the next in line.
The holy weapon are unique to each great nations and the nations rule rely on these weapons wielded by the seal bearers.The weapon chooses its wielder and determines who is worthy.In this era ,The firstborn of great nations were not merely leaders; they were seen as sacred messiahs endowed with the power of the seals. Within the hearts of their people thrummed the belief that these royal heirs wielded salvation, their fates intertwined with celestial destinies.
At the centre of this storm stands Eden, a land once known for its glory centuries ago now forgotten by the great nations—yet rich in the hearts and burdens of its commoners.On one sunny day and scorching heat ,whining arose from barnabas hut. Sarah has just gave birth surrounded by her close ones she wraps the little one with her warmth .The women beside her smiles and whispers to sarah ,"It's a boy". Barnabas has just entered ,he glazed the little one with joy , "Look at your son" sarah says . Barnanas named the little one Nero,and people around them welcomed little Nero with great joy.
That night
Nero, the son of a common farmer, grew up with three inseparable friends: Serin, a cunning girl with bright eyes and an unmatched spirit; Calen, a boy with a heart as vast as the horizon; and Taryn, an imaginative soul who saw life through a kaleidoscope of wonder. Together, they spent their days in laughter and adventure among the meadows and forests of the commoners land of Eden, entirely unaware of the storm brewing on the world's edge. One fateful night, emboldened by the tales of old, the quartet ventured beyond the familiar boundaries of the commoners grounds. The moon hung like a spectral eye in the sky as they stumbled upon a moonlit temple. A flickering flame drew them closer, and they soon found themselves witnesses to a ritual fraught with dark intentions.
Serin strained her ears, whispering, "Do you hear that? It sounds like chanting... but it's wrong—dissonant." The air thickened with unease as the children peered through the temple's doorway, their hearts pounding.Inside, cloaked figures gathered around a stone altar, their voices rising in feverish harmony. It was a ritual—a curse meant to enslave the spirits of their enemies and grant power to the practitioners. Everything changed in an instant when one of the priests caught a glimpse of the four intruders. His eyes burned with an otherworldly fury, and he raised his hand, invoking a dark spell with a chilling hiss.
"Foolish children! You've trespassed into the domain of the infernal!" His voice echoed, twisted by the walls adorned with sacrilegious symbols. With a wave of his hand, black tendrils of energy shot towards them, ensnaring Serin, Calen, and Taryn.Nero screamed out as he watched in horror. His friends writhed in pain, the flames from the spell consuming them. Their cries pierced his heart like daggers as they burned away, their shadows dissolving into the night like silk swept away by the wind.In the midst of the horror, something within Nero stirred, a buried instinct that transcended fear. With a primal roar, he tore his gaze from the altar and stumbled backward, fleeing into the forest. The laughter of the trees was replaced by the discordant chants that haunted his ears.As he sprinted through the woods, tears streamed down his face, mourning the loss of his friends and the laughter that now echoed only in memory. Each sob felt like a pact with despair, a promise to remember what had been stolen from him: innocence, hope, and the very essence of his childhood.Then his eyes glared with anguish and he swore along his way to revenge them all clenching and never looking back.