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 was sent flying backward by the force of Taka's death energy from the impact of the spear as it impaled his shoulders. He crashed hard onto the ground, skidding across the dirt before coming to a painful stop. Blood—dark and thick—dripped from the wound on his abdomen as he knelt, clutching his stomach tightly. His breathing was a bit ragged, and his eyes were that of someone that was confused.

"Never thought that he was this strong," Ragon muttered under his breath, wiping the black blood off his lips. He knew his own dark energy should have counteracted Taka's attack. It was like fire against fire—they weren't supposed to harm each other. But this… this was different.

He lifted his gaze to Taka, who stood confidently a few meters away, the purple glow of his death aura swirling violently around him. Ragon saw that Modrith wanted to take actions too, but he gave Modrith who was half way the battlefield a nod not too.

Second Door