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

Ragon's brow furrowed at Modrith's words. He was surprised but maintained his composure.

"Prince? The last time I checked, I'm a king in the human realm," Ragon said, his tone calm but firm. He nodded slightly, clearly displeased with the way Modrith addressed him.

"Why would you call our king an Elven prince?" several court members shouted angrily.

The court erupted into noise, the outgl among Ragon's loyal subjects.

"Silence!" Ragon raised a commanding hand, his sharp voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

Instantly, the room fell silent, the court members obediently lowering their heads. Ragon's piercing gaze shifted back to Modrith. He was wise enough to know that Modrith wasn't a fool—there had to be a reason behind the words.

Finally Revealed