Paul_Okito

"When the sky weeps and the stars vanish, the child of two bloods shall rise. And with his choice, the world shall either fall... or be reborn."

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The heavens trembled as gods waged war, shattering the balance of the world below. With Olympia in chaos, the orcs seized their chance, rising against elves, humans, and dwarves in a brutal conquest.

Amid the divine struggle, Ragon—son of Zeus and an Olympian god—found himself betrayed. Unable to overthrow Zeus, the gods turned their wrath on his demigod son, striking him down before he could ascend to true godhood. But death was not the end.

His spirit, on the brink of divinity wandered the mortal realm until it found an unlikely vessel—a slain noble child whose adopted father, an Elven overlord, had infused his body with forbidden magic, granting him  unnatural longevity. Seizing the opportunity, Ragon took over the child's body, determined to reclaim his power, defy fate, and carve his own path among gods and mortals alike.

The Noble Blood

"Elves! What are elves doing here?" Ragon exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise. He had always believed that elves were separated from this world by the World Tree, which resided in Elenadrom. How was it possible for them to be here? This revelation left him momentarily speechless.

The elf closest to him, who had played a crucial role in defeating the ape creature, stepped forward. He extended his hands, gently raising Ragon from the ground.

Ragon was momentarily caught off guard by the beauty of the young man. It had been a long time since he had seen anyone as striking as the elf standing before him.

Ragon stared, his mind racing, not even realizing that the elf's hand was there to help him.

"Ragon, my hands are still up," the young man said with a patient smile.

"I'm Modrith! You're quite popular where I come from. Nice to finally meet you."

Elven Prince