ʕ•̫•ʔ---Naga's Fury

I didn't know why, but every instinct in me screamed to back away. My body moved before my mind could catch up, putting distance between myself and the man who was supposed to be my father.

But could I still call him that?

A cold knot of fear coiled in my stomach.

Because the next thing I knew, my father pulled out something—a dark crystal orb, swirling with an eerie, shifting mist inside. The Soulless Orb.

My breath hitched.

I recognized it instantly.

A powerful artifact tied to spirit and soul, capable of stripping beings of their essence. I'd seen it before—Agnos had once used it to drain Huur, one of the Guardians, of his powers.

Why the hell did my father have one?

Theos. Zealots. There's a connection. I could feel it—an itch at the back of my mind, just out of reach. But what?

Then it hit me—Theos of Agnos!