The citizens of Heaven Arizoma had once received a blessing from one of the Superior Seraphyll of Ice, that was—by the way, meant for their protection. Yet, it became a curse soon after, forcing them to make a great deal of sacrifice quickly. Although no one had any anticipation that circumstances would take such a drastic turn, the results were inevitably unavoidable.
Divided according to their aura nature, the citizens of Heaven Arizoma were organized into five distinct clans and had baseless accusations towards one another—leading them to their internal controversies and conflicts most of the time.
Mavi Clan with aura nature 'Blue'.
Ungu Clan with aura nature 'Purple'.
Rojo Clan with aura nature 'Red'.
Mido Clan with aura nature 'Green'.
Nora Clan with aura nature 'Yellow'.
However, all the people belonging to these distinct clans had faith in a common devotion and that is to worship the Seraphylls of Ice. Hence, one way or another, it was the responsibility of the Ice Seraphylls to end their conflicts so they could maintain peace— resulting in the emergence of a Superior Seraphyll of Ice in the Heaven Arizoma.
She, then, elected a leader among them. Consequently, it was Hiba—the current leader of the Mavi Clan of Iceborns. Regardless of their conflicts and clashes, they decided to abide by the rules set by the Seraphyll and received a Daiken—a mighty sword that surpasses the SSS Grade. It was also considered as the ultimate blessing that the Seraphyll had bestowed upon them.
The never-ending energy, unimaginable strength, and infinite magical powers, however, made the Daiken a threat if it wasn't used wisely. It was all to Hiba whether he would wield it to end conflicts or to end the root causing it. Yet he decided not to use the sword under any of those circumstances—perhaps, a wise choice.
He sealed it away in a temple. The other clan leader wasn't the same as Hiba. They conspired—made plans to snatch away the never-ending strength that Hiba had in his possession, and they succeeded.
They unsealed the Daiken—and tried to get all the strength for themselves, breaking the blade into four pieces and unleashing the magical powers that were sealed for a long time.
A cataclysm occurred in the entire heaven Arizoma, turning the heaven into a winter land entirely and layering every place with snow and never-ending ice. The Daiken, after all, was the source of ice-related magic. Although it had already caused the large-scale chaos, it wasn't the worst part.
Every person of the heaven mutated into a monster-like appearance with their body made out of ice—labeling them with the name Iceborn and they were no longer considered as humans.
While the other clans used the remaining magical powers to get their human appearance, the Mavi Clan was left with the hilt that had only limited energy left in it.
After a world-changing miracle, the other clans ascended to the higher heaven, while the Mavi Clan remained in the Tenth Heaven. A new central city, by the way, was later established on the other part of this heaven, making the Mavi Clan of Iceborn an Exile Clan that was now completely separated from the rest of the heavens.
Yet, they weren't safe. Occasionally, they had to face unwanted intrusions—the intervention of hunters (online players) who were on a conquest to demolish their entire clan.
"Seek 'The Fallen Heir'. Only he can bring all the pieces together, can bring retribution, and can help in the reclamation of the forgotten Iceborns."
The Superior Seraphyll of Ice had informed those words and had abandoned them as well.
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"So, you want me to gather all the lost pieces of this Daiken," I replied as I pointed at the hilt floating above Mr. Hiba's palm. After hearing all the stories from him, one thing was certain. If I chose this path—which I was having second thoughts about—not only did I need to face the remaining four clans, but it would also cost me a huge deal of time. However—right now, I was concerned for something else entirely.
"You said you need to seek 'The Fallen Heir' to bring you reclamation, and I assume that's why Shika was out there, hoping to find the rightful candidate. But why exactly do you think that I am the so-called 'The Fallen Heir'?"
That was right. I indeed have the title. I obtained it when I got the avatar, thinking back then it seemingly was a title exclusive to the avatar only. However…
'I think the title is somehow connected to the Dynastic Singularity as well.' I thought looking at the system panel that showed me the character profile.
[Character Profile]
[Name: Zanthrix]
[Rank: D]
[Title: The Fallen Heir]
[Job: None]
[Blessings: Blessing of the Superior Seraphyll of Ice (Temporary)]
"That part is what we call the prophecy." It was Shika who began talking afterward. "Everyone will be after the rewards of our extermination. Only a greater existence—divine yet exiled from his rightful claims—will be able to see our misery and will lend his hand in our reclamation."
'I don't know the whole thing about being a greater existence' or 'divine', not even what 'rightful claims' mean.' I merely thought, looking at their solemn impression. 'However, one thing is certain. They somehow detected my title—which, by the way, had yet to reveal its relevance. It makes me wonder about the avatar I received too. If accepted, will I be able to find any clue? Not that I have any high hopes, though.'
"Considering your story, I guess the request is to collect all the broken pieces from the other clans," I asked.
"To reverse the effect, yeah, that is what I want to request you. O child of—"
Before he could finish his words, a spark of thunder appeared out of nowhere and hit him, surging a channel of lighting through his fragile body.
"CHEEEE!" he screamed out.
[Zariel: The Rule of Thunder (Type: Inferior), has intervened and has summoned herself through the Secondary Class 'Summoner']
No sooner than the notification popped out, Zariel emerged in this world—yet again without my consent and entirely on her will. Seeing her intervention, well, of course, I was taken aback and looked awestruck.
"You dared to force your request on Zan!" she said, unlike the cutesy little spirit I knew—rather a bombshell filled with devastating explosives. "Zanthrix! Let's get out of here at once. We don't need to hear whatever these miserable half-humans have to say. We can continue our journey without completing their request!"
She had a point. But I was rather baffled at the moment. So I avoided taking any naïve decision and looked at her angry face blankly.
'I mean, yeah, was I even a Summoner if she kept summoning herself without my permission and what was she so pissed about anyway!?'