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 hadn't expected his reputation to spread so far, reaching even the ears of Princess Lysara of the Vardos Continent. It wasn't that he sought such recognition—his mind was too occupied with the growth of his kingdom to entertain thoughts of royal invitations, let alone romance.

His brow furrowed as he turned to the messenger, arms crossed over his chest.

"Tell me, what do you know about Princess Lysara?" he asked. If she had taken an interest in him, it was only fair that he learned a thing or two about her.

The messenger, still catching his breath from his earlier rush, straightened and replied, "Your Majesty, I don't know much, but I can tell you a few things. Princess Lysara is the fourth daughter of King Theodoros, the ruler of the Vardos Continent."

Ragon nodded, signaling for him to continue.

You're Definitely A Baby