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 found himself in a strange, unfamiliar place. The ground and sky were nothing but endless white, and at the center of it all stood a massive tree

"Where am I?" Ragon asked aloud, his voice echoing in the empty room. He rubbed his forehead, trying to piece together what had happened.

The last thing he remembered was being in the courtroom, and now... this. He began walking toward the tree, each step feeling heavier as the energy around it grew stronger.

It wasn't painful, but it felt as if the tree was calling out to him, pulling him closer with every passing second.

"Modrith never said anything about this happening," Ragon muttered. He clenched his fists, his sharp gaze fixed on the tree as unease bubbled in his chest.

The closer he got, the more the energy grew intense, he finally reached the tree, as he hesitated a bit. Then, steeling himself, he placed his hand on the bark.

The Necromancer God