Chapter 1: The Seal
We tried… but that creature was far too powerful.
For the first time in my life, I witnessed true horror.
So many souls had to be sacrificed… just for a single chance at life.
The soldiers who answered the call—who fulfilled their duty—may now rest in peace. The prayers of their loved ones will guide them to their final slumber.
But those who fell… their bodies torn apart, no longer whole, lay scattered across blood-soaked ground—silent proof of the price we paid for freedom.
Will humanity ever be granted the life we have only dared to dream of?
…Yes.
Of course.
His Majesty the King and his greatest commanders are still standing.
The clash of steel—deciding life or destruction—still rings in my ears.
There is still hope.
As long as the spellcasters remain alive, we may not be able to defeat that creature… but at the very least, they can buy time for the King and his commanders.
That's what I believed.
But then…
I saw him.
A figure cloaked in darkness.
A face that radiated terror.
A power that promised nothing but destruction.
And in his hand—
a crimson blade, burning like fire.
A sign that only death…
and history written in blood…
would be passed down to the generations after us.
"I gave you decades… and this is all you've managed?"
His voice was flat, almost bored.
"How utterly pathetic."
I wanted to rip that filthy mouth apart.
"Weak creatures. This only gives me more reason to wipe you all out.
This planet is unworthy of beings as small… and as fragile… as you."
A low chuckle cut through the battlefield.
"It took you eighty years," a man scoffed,
"eighty years for you and your filthy followers to corner us like this."
He let out a breath, cold and mocking.
"Doesn't that prove you were too afraid to face humanity when we were at our peak?"
"…How embarrassing."
The speaker was none other than the head of the Castiel family—
Lord Castiel, the King's right hand.
Among all the commanders and noble heads, he was infamous for one thing:
His mouth.
Sharp. Uncontrolled.
And at times—infuriating.
"For someone who's about to meet your creator—assuming you even have one—
you seem quite eager to use that tongue of yours," the creature replied, expressionless.
"Perhaps I'll turn it into a sail… to carry you into the afterlife."
"Gladly," Lord Castiel spat back.
"I'll be sure to deliver your regards myself… bastard."
Then—
He moved.
So fast my eyes could barely follow.
Steel clashed against something that could no longer be called human.
Even as parts of his body were torn away—no longer whole—
Lord Castiel fought on, relentlessly, as if life and death meant nothing.
The King… the commanders… the other family heads—
all of them were still trying to hold the creature back.
And the spellcasters—
What were they doing?
What were they chanting?
In the cradle of shadows, you were born,
a breath of curses, a soul of disgrace.
You did not awaken by light,
but by the whispers of sin.
From a starving heart and a yearning mind,
curiosity spelled your name among the stars.
And so, the veil was torn asunder.
Through embers of wrath and chains of hatred,
you split the earth… and set the heavens ablaze.
Yet sacred blood restrained your hand—
a seal forged from sacrifice.
Their sorrow became your curse.
But your slumber is not eternal.
For your true name has long been forgotten…
and when it is spoken beneath a crimson moon,
the world will tremble in waking dreams.
For evil always hides its final card—
but good has yet to reveal its last move.
The time will come. The moon will bleed.
No seal shall hold your dark design.
You were born to destroy…
and by destruction, you shall fall.
The chosen shall walk upon the thread of fate,
carrying fire through the dark—
to forge anew what was once lost.
They were chanting.
The moment the final verse left their lips—
A deafening explosion erupted.
The ground trembled violently, and the battlefield split apart as if torn by an unseen force.
The crack widened… and widened… swallowing the fallen soldiers without mercy.
Then—
Water burst forth from the depths.
A raging torrent flooded the battlefield, surging in every direction.
"Leave this place!"
The King's voice roared across the chaos, commanding what remained of his commanders and soldiers.
