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 didn't care who was watching as he effortlessly lifted the heavy wooden log with one hand.

Thera, standing nearby, felt her face heat up, turning bright red. She glanced around nervously, realizing that everyone's eyes were on them. The recent rumors about her and the king had spread like wildfire throughout Elenadrom, and now, with Ragon acting so casually, it only fueled the gossip.

Even her secret admirers had stopped approaching her, convinced she was now "the king's woman." It was something she had regretted, but seeing Ragon's indifferent yet flattering words in front of everyone made her blood boil.

"Y-Your Majesty wasn't talking to me!" Thera stammered, waving her hands awkwardly in front of the crowd, even casting a nervous glance at her grandfather, who was observing from a distance.

Ragon wasn't aware of the weight of his words and didn't pay much attention to the crowd. As king, he didn't overthink such matters.

No! We Don't Fit