Ken walked back into the lab, carrying a piece of the Insect creature's leg. "Well, Valtor, I'm back," He closed the door shut behind him, only to get an empty lab as a greeting."Huh! Really?," He let out a frustrated tone, "But, oh well I will see him another day. Today, I need to get those bug samples, and what makes them so resistant to—"Ken paused when he saw the gem triangular prism on the Suit of armour.... Darkened... Black.He removed his glasses. Dipped his hands into the lab pocket, bringing out another new pairs.This, he placed on to view the prism again, "It can't be. The only way a Pure Ni-prism can turn dark, is from the presence of dark energy.."He stared at the insect's leg, "Or maybe, probably.... This creature originates from dark energy, and that's why the gem reacted. "This observation would reduce my work stress. But really , apart from this, I wonder where Valtor is..?".....Among the towers of the Divine Academy stood the highest one—Spire—a place reserved

The throne room of the Southern Kingdom was quiet—too quiet. Even with the guards posted at both sides, even with servants lining the walls, even with torches gently flickering on black stone, it felt like the room itself had gone cold. Gap and Aulus both cloaked in dust and stained with streaks of dried honey and acid, walked side by side. Gap whispered to Aulus, "Don't say anything that will panic the King.." Aulus returned, "Same to You too.." At the head of the hall stood the one and only... King Arvain, tall, dressed in the same dark armor he always wore—simple yet sharp, his crown of iron resting like it had weight beyond metal. He had been waiting. The moment the doors opened and he saw them, his brow furrowed. He stepped forward slowly. “Tell me what happened,” he said. “What caused the smoke on the edge of my kingdom?” Gap stepped ahead without pause. “Your Majesty. A Hive.” Aulus added, “Buried inside a tree. Hidden by the forest, guarded by mist and lies... I don

"Where is it, where is it...," Valtor stepped into the hallway, then, immediately remembered the same part he took.Following this, he reached the Lab, opened the door, and blinked at the sight before him.The place was dim, filled with the scent of grease, heated wires, and a faint... buzzing. Not the buzzing of machines—something else.And right in the center of the room, hunched over a long metal table, was Mister Ken—his coat wrinkled, tools scattered, lenses flickering on a side screen.On the table was a Giant insect leg.Thick. Hairy. Black like burnt wood, but at the same time... Oddly strange. The joints pulsed softly with some kind of yellow liquid, dried halfway. It didn’t move—but it looked like it had, recently.Valtor stepped closer. "Excuse Me, Mister Ken, But, What is that?”Ken didn’t look up. He only adjusted his glasses and muttered, “A mutation…”He tapped the leg with a scanner. “Or something that wants us to think it’s one.”Valtor waited.Ken finally looked up,

Gap sat deep inside the palace of the Southern Kingdom, tucked in a corner of the Royal Library. Outside, the wind moved past the stone walls without a sound, but in here, it was quiet for another reason. He wasn’t just reading. He was digging. Searching.His hands rested on a book that looked older than the war he once survived. Its cover was smooth, dark, and unmarked. Nothing on it gave away what hid inside—no title, no crest. Just a faint scent of burnt dust and age.He opened to the marked page, the one a scribe whispered to him about when no one else was listening.They walk with no soul.No Ni. No Gi. No trace.But they move.They kill.And no one knows how.Gap frowned, rubbing his beard.These weren’t just myths. The way the words sat on the page made it clear whoever wrote them wasn’t guessing. This was a witness account. Someone had seen these things.He kept reading.Necromancer-Formed. Born from the Dark Gi of Chaos. When Chaos comes without warning… ripping through the w

The dining hall was still dark. The candles didn’t burn like normal flames—they held steady, with golden light, as if the shadows allowed them to stay.Valtor stood near the entrance, eyes scanning the room again. There were three figures seated.One, across from Thalor, was a Woman with Long pale fingers. A calm presence. Her face was mostly hidden behind a blood-red hand fan, held lightly with bone-thin supports. Yet the moment she waved it toward him, he knew...“You’re…” Valtor pointed, eyes narrowing. “You’re that woman who gave me the bead... back in the smoke-covered ruins.”Her eyes gleamed behind the fan. She said nothing—only smiled.Valtor barely had time to process before the third figure— a tall man with white hair, sleeping backwards that didn’t move, spoke up. Clad with thick armour, and with a sword beside. A thick wide sword.“So this is the Fifth Monarch,” he said in a flat voice, looking Valtor up and down like he was judging a half-baked meal. “And he wears… disgus