The world of Eldros was a land where power dictated everything—your status, your survival, and your destiny. Kings and warriors carved their names into history with blood and fire, while magic was as essential as the air one breathed. Those blessed with powerful bloodlines or extraordinary talent thrived, while the weak were left to fade into obscurity.
At the heart of Eldros stood the prestigious Arcane Crown Academy, an institution where the gifted trained in magic, weaponry, and war tactics. It was a place where the strong rose, and the weak were crushed. Here, legends were born, and those with ambition and strength carved their paths toward greatness. But for Elias Nightshade, the Academy was nothing short of a nightmare.
The Weakling Division:-
Elias stood at the edge of the Academy's grand courtyard, his gaze fixed on the towering walls that loomed over him. Arcane Crown Academy was a place where only the elite thrived. It was a prestigious institution, but to Elias, it was a reminder of everything he was not.
He had no magic, no exceptional skill, and no noble lineage. His family had fallen from grace long ago, and now, he was nothing more than a forgotten shadow among those destined for greatness.
His footsteps echoed against the cold stone floor as he walked through the Academy's corridors. Around him, students bustled—some practicing spells, others sparring with weapons, and still more engaged in deep discussions on magic theory. The air crackled with power, but none of it belonged to him.
The whispers followed him like a curse.
"He doesn't belong here."
"How did he even get in?"
"A disgrace to the Academy."
He clenched his fists but said nothing. It didn't matter. Words weren't needed to remind him of his place.
The Weakling Division—that was where they had placed him. It was where students with no potential were sent, those who could never manifest magic or achieve greatness. And it had become his prison.
Elias had tried, again and again, spending endless hours in the Academy's archives, reading every book he could get his hands on. He had practiced relentlessly, hoping to awaken some latent power within himself. But no matter what he did, it was always the same.
Nothing.
Magic came naturally to the others, flowing through their veins like a second heartbeat. They wielded it effortlessly, their power a testament to their lineage and talent. But Elias? He had nothing.
And in a world where only power mattered, that made him no better than a ghost.
Lucius Vorn - The Shining Star:-
As he walked down the hall, Elias couldn't help but notice Lucius Vorn, the Academy's shining star.
Lucius was everything Elias wasn't—strong, charismatic, and blessed with immense magical talent. He was the son of a noble house, his name already whispered in admiration across the kingdom. His power was said to be limitless, and the way he wielded it left no room for doubt.
At that moment, Lucius was demonstrating his abilities to a crowd of admirers. Flames danced at his fingertips, flickering in vibrant hues before solidifying into a roaring inferno. The onlookers gasped in awe.
Elias turned away, unwilling to watch. He didn't need another reminder of his insignificance.
But Lucius had already noticed him.
"Well, well," Lucius drawled, stepping forward, his voice carrying an unmistakable edge of mockery. "If it isn't the Academy's biggest mistake."
A few students chuckled. Elias kept walking, ignoring him.
"I'm surprised they haven't thrown you out yet," Lucius continued, his smirk widening. "Tell me, Nightshade, how does it feel knowing that even the weakest mage here could incinerate you with a flick of their fingers?"
Elias clenched his jaw. He wouldn't give Lucius the satisfaction of a response.
But Lucius wasn't done. "Maybe you should quit while you still have some dignity left. You don't belong here."
Elias met Lucius's gaze for the briefest moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away.
Lucius laughed. "That's right—run away. It's the only thing you're good at."
The laughter of the students echoed behind him as he disappeared into the depths of the Academy.
A Mysterious Book:-
Later that evening, Elias found himself in the Academy's vast library, a place he often sought refuge in. The towering shelves held books filled with the secrets of magic, ancient scrolls containing the history of Eldros, and tomes of legendary mages and warriors.
But none of them had ever helped him.
His fingers absentmindedly traced the spines of the books until he stopped in front of an old, leather-bound volume. The title was barely legible, but as he brushed away the dust, the words glowed faintly under the candlelight:
"The Bloodlines of Eldros."
He had seen this book before, but something about it felt different tonight.
Flipping through the pages, he read about the Ancient Arcane Kings, rulers who had once wielded unimaginable power. They were said to be blessed by the gods, their magic so strong that they could reshape the very fabric of reality.
Their bloodline was believed to be lost to time.
As Elias read, something strange happened. A sharp pulse resonated deep within him, like a hidden chord being struck for the first time. His vision blurred for a second, his fingers trembling against the pages.
Then, power surged through him.
It was faint, barely more than a flicker, but it was there—something raw, something ancient.
His heartbeat quickened. Was this… magic?
The Awakening:-
Elias staggered back, breathless. For the first time in his life, he felt something.
A force—dormant yet vast—coiled within him, like a storm waiting to be unleashed. He gritted his teeth, gripping the edge of the table as his body trembled. It was as if something inside him had been locked away, hidden beneath layers of failure and despair.
And now, it was waking up.
The book glowed faintly in his hands, the ink shifting across the pages, rearranging itself into new words. Words only he could see.
"The lost bloodline shall rise again."
His breath hitched. Could it be…? No. It was impossible.
And yet, the power in his veins said otherwise.
He had spent years believing he was worthless, a mistake, a nobody in a world of legends.
But tonight, for the first time, Elias Nightshade felt like he was meant for something greater.
The fire had been lit.
And soon, the world would know his name.