500 years ago...
The demon realm had not yet split into different territories back then. It was still one vast kingdom of smoke and obsidian flame, ruled by the ancient council and their loyal sons — Kael of the Blackthorn Line, and Lucarion of the Darkspire Bloodline.
The air itself shimmered with raw power in those days. Mountains bled light, rivers burned in silver fire, and the sky cracked open each dawn with thunderous cries from the ancient beasts that patrolled its red horizon.
Kael and Lucarion had been like brothers in arms long before they were rivals.
Where Kael was calm, Lucarion was reckless. Where Kael measured his blade before striking, Lucarion was a tempest, cutting before thought could even settle. But together, they were unstoppable — a balance of fury and precision, chaos and restraint.
