Arin sensed it before he saw it.
The air grew heavier.
Not wind.
Not sound.
But pressure —
A presence was approaching him — heavy, radiating a violent aura that made the air itself tremble.
A shadow stretched across the ruins before he could turn.
This was not merely an enemy.
This was history repeating.
And if he failed here—
The sun would never rise again.
"This isn't good…" he screamed. "AAAHHHHH, This could be the end."
But the end had begun years ago.
It began in a world where destiny was not forged by choice but dictated by lineage.
In this world, two supreme bloodlines existed: Lunaris and Solaris.
Both human.
Both powerful.
But never equal.
Each lineage possessed its own cosmic energy — a power embedded in their very souls.
The Lunaris were strategists: cold-blooded, calculating, and detached. They valued logic over emotion, ambition over compassion. Their materialistic ideologies shaped them into ruthless tacticians, masters of manipulation and war.
The Solaris, in contrast, were brave, passionate, and deeply emotional. They burned with conviction, guided by heart rather than mind. Where Lunaris calculated, Solaris believed.
Though both were human, their cosmic energies differed vastly.
Every soul in the world possessed cosmic energy.
But awakening it was another matter.
Most died ordinary.
Only a rare few bent the cosmos to their will.
And among those few, the Lunaris were unmatched.
Superior strategy. Flawless coordination. No hesitation.
They did not overpower the Solaris.
They outthought them.
Everything changed in the last 20 yearsafter the death of King Rion, the mighty ruler of Solaris.
After his fall, the Lunaris king, Yozuki, seized the throne — not only of Lunaris,
He claimed everything.
For the first time in history, one ruler stood above both bloodlines.
He named himself The Ultimate Ruler.
And the world learned what that title meant.
Solaris ministers were dragged into the capital. Not executed quietly.
Displayed, one by one.
Their bodies were left hanging as a reminder that their existence was not heroic.
It was pointless.
New laws were followed.
Solaris men between eighteen and sixty were chained and sent to labor camps — their strength exploited, their pride crushed.
Those past sixty were deemed useless.
They did not live long after that judgment.
Solaris women were stripped of status, dignity, and name — reduced to instruments of amusement for Lunaris soldiers.
Children were treated as scapegoats — blamed, abused, and discarded.
Punished for being born.
Meanwhile, the Lunaris lived freely. They chose their professions, pursued ambition, and educated their children to join the Lunaris army with pride and honor.
They called it order.
They called it destiny.
They called it peace.
Under such oppression, revolt became impossible.
Hope withered.
And the Solaris were left to endure a life of misery beneath a sky that no longer shone for them.
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Is this the end of Solaris' lineage?
Is there anyone left who can challenge the heartless dominance of lunaris'?
Who is Arin… and what could have left him in such a condition?
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