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

"Hahaha! Young man, I see you're not the submissive type..." Helios chuckled, folding his arms as he observed Ragon with an amused expression.

"I'm not trying to stop you from leaving, but it's the rule of the Lost Land of the Gods. I'm only looking out for you." His golden eyes gleamed under the ethereal light surrounding them.

Helios took a slow step back and gestured toward the door behind Ragon, which creaked open on its own. "You're free to go. But ask yourself this—do you want to fight darkness with more darkness? Or do you wish to learn how to vanquish it with light?" His voice carried a knowing tone, neither forceful nor pleading. "I won't make the choice for you. Just remember, I am only offering you an opportunity."

With that, Helios turned, his robes swaying as he prepared to leave.

Ragon hesitated, and the sparks of lightning surrounding him as it fizzled out. He clenched his fists angrily.

Holy Scriptures