For eight long years, Kael, the disciple of the fallen Queen Luminara, wandered the scorched earth of Primux. He did not travel alone. Along the way, he gathered a band of "Oath-Breakers"—warriors from every race who refused to bow to Augustus. Together, they scoured the Demon Realm, but the Prince was nowhere to be found.
Just as hope began to wither, a pillar of golden light pierced the midnight sky, originating from the Forbidden Hollows. Following the light, Kael and his rebels discovered an ancient, shifting labyrinth that existed between dimensions.
They fought through waves of nightmare creatures, their bodies scarred and their mana nearly depleted. In the heart of the labyrinth, they faced the Void Guardian, a beast made of pure shadow. After a desperate, bloody battle, the Guardian fell, and the labyrinth began to crumble. In its place stood a floating, crystalline sphere: the Divine Void.
"This is it," Kael gasped, his hands trembling. They tried physical force, then magic, but the cage wouldn't budge. "Together!" Kael commanded. "Pour every drop of your life force into the seal!"
As the rebels combined their magic, their mana drained until they were pale and defenseless. Just then, a scout cried out—a legion of Demon Assassins had surrounded the cave. "We're out of time!"
Suddenly, the crystalline sphere didn't just break; it imploded.
The shockwave was silent, but the effect was instant. One by one, the surrounding demons—hundreds of them—simply dropped dead, their hearts stopped by a sheer force of will. From the dust and debris, a figure emerged.
He was no longer a child. Silus stood tall, his hair white as snow and his eyes glowing with a cold, predatory gold. He looked at the rebels not with gratitude, but with a terrifying indifference.
"I give you five seconds to explain why you have disturbed my silence," Silus spoke, his voice vibrating with power.
Kael knelt, explaining the fall of the kingdoms, the death of Luminara, and the eight years of darkness. Silus stood motionless. The only thing he could see in his mind was the smiling face of Elena as she betrayed him.
"Eight years," Silus whispered. The ground beneath him began to liquefy into shadow. He raised his hand, and the Thousand Blood War Sword flew from the void into his grip. He renamed it in that moment: Death.
His royal silks transformed into a suit of midnight-black armor that seemed to swallow the light. He looked toward the horizon, toward the Demon Capital.
"Take me to Augustus," Silus commanded, his aura suffocating the air. "Once I have his head, I will pull my parents back from the afterlife. And then... I am going to hunt the Gods who gave Elena that seal."
The thirst for revenge had finally been unleashed.