PROLOGUE

“Huff… huff…” An old lady panted heavily. Suddenly she halts and commands gazing at two people who stood beside her “You have to run faster, or they’ll catch you. I’ll stay back and hold them off, you two save the baby.”

“No, Mother! You can’t do that!” Emily cried removing her robe and hiding her face she drifted toward the old lady. “Stay with us. I don’t want to lose you too.” Tears streamed down her face as Emily spoke.

“Emily, get a hold of yourself!” her mother replied sternly and brought her arms to hold her by the shoulder. “This is not the time for being emotional. Think about your father—he died saving us. We can’t let his sacrifice be in vain.”Recalling the bitter past left her eyes teary.

“Mother, please, there has to be another way,” Emily pleaded, wiping her tears and looking into her eyes.

“I will help you hold them back,” Emily continued desperation in her voice as she held Emily in her embrace.

“No, my child. I’ve lived my life. It’s your time now. Go and save your child. You don't have the power to fight,” her mother insisted, her voice both firm and sad. The old lady said while looking at the child Emily was Holding who was looking at her with his special eyes.

“Rustle… rustle…” The sound of rustling grass grew louder.

“THEY ARE COMING,” the old lady said urgently looking at the the tall man whose face was covered with a robe. “Ragnarok, take care of your wife and child. I can’t hold them off for long.”

“Thank you, Mother,” Ragnarok said before disappearing into the forest with Emily and their baby.

Ragnarok himself was a 7th-class magician but currently he was poisoned with mana poison and they were running to save their and their child's life.

As they vanished from sight, a group of men emerged from the bushes. “lord, we’ve found Lady Quinna,” one of them announced.

A man with black hair, wearing a woolen traveler’s cloak and silvery chainmail, stepped forward. “So, here you are,” he sneered.

Lady Quinna straightened her hand, channeling her mana to attack. But before she could release her spell, vines erupted from the ground, binding her tightly and making her fall on the ground.

“Oh, great mother of Ragnarok, where did you send them off to?” the man taunted and strolled forward. “Do you think they can escape? No, today marks the end of the Blacker family.” said the man who wore royalty clothes.

Before the old lady can even say anything the Man throws A verge of spells.

“Cough… cough… Tarik! I will kill yo—” Lady Quinna’s words were cut off as more vines wrapped around her, silencing her.

Tarik was a minister of the Hasenwol human kingdom. He formed a very good plan to escape from the kingdom's eyes. He targeted the minister who was above him and achieved various achievements. He developed hatred and jealousy toward the man, who was no other than Ragnarok himself.

“Quintus,” Tarik chanted, summoning additional vines to immobilize her completely. “No more talking, Quinna Blacker. Your son, Ragnarok, has already been poisoned with mana. The great 7-star magician is now powerless—a mere mortal.”

She struggled frantically, but the vines tightened further. Her pounding on the rib bones as she lost fire in her eyes. Surrounding men noticed and informed Tarik.

“Boss, she’s not anymore,” one of the men said who wore the clothes of a mercenary.

“So sad,” Tarik said with mock sympathy. “Let’s leave her and find the others. They can’t have gone far.” His eyes gleamed with malicious intent. “Finally, Ragnarok, you can’t run from me. I’ll take that ancient spellbook and make you my slave.”

The wind began to howl, and dark clouds gathered, casting ominous shadows over the land. Thunder rumbled as rain began to pour, hinting at impending doom.

Two hooded figures ran through the forest, cradling a newborn baby with eyes of seven colors.

“Giggle, giggle,” the baby laughed, oblivious to the danger, enjoying the feeling of the air on his skin.

Ragnarok held Emily close, a firm grip on her shoulder. Hearing their child’s giggle, a warm smile spread across his face, which he shared with Emily.

As they approached a dark cave, they exchanged a glance. “Let’s rest for a bit,” Emily suggested.

Emily was not from a knight family she was from a mage family having low stamina. But they were aware of people who would soon catch them despite creating several distractions.

" Drip "

They moved into the cave’s entrance, the sound of dripping water echoing around them. Ragnarok ventured deeper inside and returned shortly.

“This cave is abandoned,” he said. “It’s at a higher altitude hidden from trees, so no wild beasts have been here. Let’s light a fire and dry off.”

He started to survey his surroundings, gazing at him Emily asked, “What are you looking for?”

“Stone. I can’t use magic,” he replied solemnly. “I don't know when they will catch us but I think blocking the cave with one will provide me some time to create the teleportation spell with my last drop of mana I am sure you teleported to a safe place .”

“Clunk.” The stones struck together, and soon, the whole cave was covered in dark.

“He’s sleeping so peacefully,” Emily whispered.

Ragnarok sat beside Emily, their heads resting on each other’s shoulders, he didn't have enough power to cast the spell so he decided to rest smiling as they drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, the baby opened his eyes. As the temperature dwindled and the cave grew colder, the small body of the baby began to glow. In moments, the light faded, and a fire blazed brightly making the temperature warm which was also extinct leaving the cave in complete darkness.