Tharon widened his eyes, shivering in fear as he bowed quickly before the figure in front of him. “I… I’m sorry, master.” His sword dissolved into specks of light as he pleaded. “Forgive me for my irrational behavior.”“Hmph, you’re shaking like that in front of him?” Cerexion scoffed, already trying to walk past the figure. “Pathetic.”In an instant, Cerexion felt a firm grip on his arm, a potent aura surrounding him that left him momentarily stunned.He turned back toward the figure, fear flickering in his gaze as Remiel’s hold tightened.“Not only have you disrespected me and my friends,” Remiel said, voice low and dangerous. Golden flames sparked to life around his hand, burning into Cerexion’s skin.“You also dared to face someone under my command right in front of me!.” Remiel’s muscles tensed as he lifted Cerexion into the air with ease. In a blur of motion, he propelled himself upward, delivering a powerful kick to Cerexion’s face, sending him crashing to the ground, the force

The door loomed before them, swallowing the group and their surroundings in its shadow. “So… this is the Crimson Blood-Heart Seal huh,” Emriel said, arms folded as he walked towards the door. “It sure lives up to its name.”“This seal… there’s something off about it.” Elynora shuddered slightly, her gaze locked on the glowing core.“You can all feel it too, right?” Remael muttered.“Yeah, it’s just like—”“The ominous aura Remiel emanates whenever he loses control of his destructive essence.” Seran interrupted, cutting David’s words short.“If we could all feel its presence from here, then…” Scylla couldn’t finish as shock crept into her voice.“Whatever lies behind this gate must be truly terrifying,” Ragna said, his voice low, his words cautious.“There doesn't seem to be any lock or any way of opening it,” Mildred observed, scanning the door from where she stood.“The core seems to be the only thing keeping those chains in place,” Remiel stated, his hand resting on his chin. “It’s

For what felt like an eternity, the group stood rooted to the spot, stunned by what lay before them.The weapon they had only heard of in whispers.The sword the elder deities themselves spoke of with reverence.After thousands of years, they were the first to lay eyes on it since the war — since the age of the Drakhael and Zyren’s original wielder, Remiel’s father.The crushing pressure finally lifted, allowing them to rise unsteadily to their feet.“So this is the legendary Zyren,” Emriel said at last, amusement threading his voice. “It… kinda looks rusty.”“Bold of you to say such in front of that,” Ragna muttered, never taking his eyes off the ominous, blazing slits watching from the darkness behind the altar.“SILENCE!”The voice boomed across the chamber, shaking it to its foundations. The crushing pressure followed again, slamming them down to their knees as if the air itself had turned against them. Their bones trembled against their will, mocking all the power they had fought

A figure hovered high above the chaos, watching silently. It was Nalaz — the same who had guided the Septets into the cave — but now, his form was a startling contrast to the burly old man from before.He appeared younger, his muscular frame wrapped in a shimmering blue robe. Veins of multicolored lightning coursed across his skin like living currents. With a deliberate stroke of his beard, his radiant blue eyes flickered with anger… and something far darker lurking beneath.“My castle, Ederev and Emrys, reduced to rubble and sand,” His deep voice rumbled, calm yet laced with menace as his eyes crackled with lightning. “If not for his orders, those demons would’ve tasted my wrath,”He watched as David and the trio launched the coordinated strike, their movements precise and desperate. A proud smile tugged at his lips.“They’re well aware of the one-sided nature of this battle,” He mused, amusement threading his voice, “yet they still fight to protect their own.”“How astonishing.”~~~

Innate Ability/SkillAn innate ability is a power that manifests when a being awakens its essence. It is neither learned nor acquired, and is inimitable by nature. It exists as part of their essence, always present even when inactive. When activated by will, it manifests naturally, without spells or techniques. An innate ability is exclusive to its owner; it cannot be copied, stolen, or truly replicated. To lose it is to lose a part of oneself.Though each is unique, innate abilities are broadly divided into three types:Offensive innate abilities define how a person attacks. They alter the nature of damage itself, turning even simple strikes into overwhelming force. These abilities do not create attacks, but transform them, ensuring the bearer’s offense carries a signature no enemy can ignore.Defensive innate abilities govern survival and resistance. They protect the bearer from harm, influence, or erasure, often activating when danger arises. Such abilities make their owners diffic