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 repeated the same actions without resting, firing arrow after arrow at incredible speed. His movements were, precise—each shot striking true. Pushing himself further, he summoned not just one, but four arrows simultaneously, releasing them in a single breath.

Modrith stood frozen, his gaze sharpened trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

"What…? How does he have this much energy? He hasn't even fully entered the star mage level yet!" he remarked, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing.

As an experienced elf, Modrith knew the sheer energy required to form a single golden arrow, let alone four at once. For someone just beginning the cultivation of elven archery, this feat should have been impossible. And yet, here Ragon was—effortlessly conjuring arrows at a rapid pace without any visible signs of exhaustion.

Ragon released the arrows, and they sliced through the air like streaks of lightning, covering the distance in mere seconds.

Invitation From The Princess