Solarith was a medium size planet that was the largest planet of its solar system. There were 2 suns one larger and the other smaller but rotating around the bigger one. It belonged under the union federation.
The twin suns of Solarith hung heavy over the horizon — one burning gold, the other pale white — casting their light across the gleaming city of Solaria Prime. The city floated upon massive anti-graviton pillars, high above the crimson sands that once buried the old world. Energy lines pulsed beneath its marble streets, feeding the towers and skyships that defined the age.
Yet even among such marvels, one structure stood taller — the Valefor Estate, home of the family that bore the crest of the Sun itself.
Two guards stood before its gate, their armor gleaming with a faint solar sheen. They spoke in hushed voices, though the excitement in their tone betrayed them.
"Did you hear? The Valefor family's third son and second daughter were just born," said one, his voice trembling slightly. "Both of them endured three syringes of forty-percent purity Elyson without fainting."
Elyson — the shimmering blue serum refined from the blood of higher-grade beasts — was more than a medical tool. It was a trial. Every newborn of noble descent was given it, a test of capacity — how much power their bodies could hold before collapsing. Most fainted after one or two injections. Three was remarkable.
The other guard scoffed softly. "That's impressive, but remember the eldest one — Klaus Valefor. He took the seventy-percent purity syringe reserved for the first heir and still endured seven more doses of forty-percent before he finally went down."
He shook his head, half in awe, half in fear.
Flashback – 7 Years Ago
The room was cold, filled with the metallic scent of Elyson. Doctors in silver coats moved around a newborn lying in a crystal pod, his tiny body trembling as blue liquid coursed through his veins.
"Seventy-percent purity... still stable!" one shouted. "Begin additional injections!"
The child's eyes opened for the first time — bright gold, glowing faintly under the serum's light.
"That's incredible," whispered another. "He's enduring 5 doses. Even a child of the Sun shouldn't be able to—"
"Enough," said Alor Valefor, stepping forward. His gaze cold as he looked at the baby as if he was someone else's son. " Add the doses" finally after 2 more doses suddenly there was a faint light under the baby klaus chest that flickered without anyone noticing.
All heaved a sign after he finally fainted after taking 7 doses after the 70% .
FLASHBACK ENDS
"A monster, that one. Walking at one, speaking at two, and beating children twice his age by three. And yet…" His voice lowered. "He hasn't awakened yet."
The first guard grimaced. "He's seven now. That's around the usual age for valefor family isn't it. If the rumors are right, he's trained harder than anyone his age. Maybe he'll awaken the Sun Sigil — like the strongest of his bloodline."
He glanced down at his own arm, where a faint red glow formed a pattern of flickering embers. "I awakened Flame. It's considered good but nowhere near Sun."
In the world of Solarith, every living being carried within them a dormant mark known as a Sigil — the silent proof of a soul's strength. It remains unseen and dormant for the first few years of one's life with awakening than can happen anywhere between 5 to 12 .
When a person awakened, this mark revealed itself upon their body, taking the shape of glowing patterns or symbols unique to their essence.
A Sigil determined one's Main Attribute, the core nature of their power. Some bore the warmth of Flame, the calm of Frost, or the strength of Terra.
It also didn't mean elements but a variety of different things some awakened physical sigls like the sigl of sword while some awakened non combat sigls like healer and infinitely more.
These attributes weren't merely elements; they reflected the bearer's soul, shaping how their energy moved, how their body grew, and how their destiny unfolded. The stronger the Sigil, the more divine its glow.
With the sigl came a unique interface like status only visible to oneself.
To awaken one's Sigil was to carve one's existence into the order of the world itself — and to fail was to remain forever beneath it.
Before he could continue, a maid rushed past them, nearly tripping in her haste. "The Lord's second son has awakened!" she cried, breathless. "The Sun Sigil—he's awakened the Sun!"
Both guards frozen
"Wait the second son? Not the eldest." One asked in surprise.
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In another room stood a young child barely six, with blonde hair and a handsome face ,his small hands gripping a longsword almost as tall as himself. His chest glistened with sweat, his breathing steady, focused.
He was klaus valefor. The firstborn of the valefor family and the one in a thousand years genius. Already capable to use aether to this level.
Aether — the invisible essence of existence itself. It was said to flow through every living being, every star, every fragment of creation. Unlike an attribute, which defined how one used power, Aether was the source of that power — raw, limitless energy that fueled life and will. Most could only harness traces of it through training or awakening, shaping it into fire, lightning, or steel. But for those born exceptional, Aether wasn't just energy — it was a language the universe spoke directly to them in.
just like klaus who had already started to enforce parts of his body for a split second with his already non awakened core . Something few could hope to do at his age.
Across from him, a training dummy whirred to life — a steel puppet powered by Aether, its limbs moving with precise, deadly rhythm.
The child darted forward, blade flashing in the dim light. The puppet's arm shot toward him, its metallic fist tearing through the air. Klaus ducked under it, his bare feet sliding across the polished floor, and swung with all his strength. Sparks scattered as steel clashed with steel. The puppet retaliated instantly — a spinning kick aimed for his ribs. Klaus twisted midair, parrying the strike with his sword and landing with a thud, teeth gritted.
He didn't stop.
Step, slash, pivot.
The sound of metal rang sharp and relentless.
Finally, his blade pierced through the puppet's chest plate, splitting the inner core with a burst of blue light. The dummy shuddered and froze, smoke curling from its joints before collapsing to the floor with a heavy clang.
"Combat evaluation complete," an artificial voice echoed from the wall. "Target's strength registered at twice that of an adult human male. Performance — exceptional."
" Not enough. It took my everything to barely defeat a puppet of twice power level of a adult mortal "
Klaus stood there panting silently as if feared someone would see him tired, the sword tip trembling slightly as he lowered it. His reflection on the metal blade flickered — and then, suddenly, he felt it.
A warmth surged through his body — no, deeper — through his very soul. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, and for a moment, his vision blurred into pure light. The walls of the training room vanished, replaced by an infinite expanse — stars, galaxies, and swirling rivers of light.
In that vastness, a voice spoke — calm, ancient, and absolute.
"Activation condition fulfilled.
You have transcended your mortal limit."
The stars flared, and for an instant, Klaus saw them bow — to him.
Then the light shattered, and he was back in the training hall. His sword fell from his hand, clattering to the floor. His knees trembled… but he didn't fall.
Not on his knees. Never on his knees.
A primal instinct stirred inside him — something old, something regal — and though he could not name it yet, it whispered only one truth:
He would never kneel before anyone
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