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

Ray took a deep breath as he entered the grand room where his ailing grandmother lay on her bed, hooked up to various medical equipment. He had received an urgent summons from her, and despite his reservations, he knew he had to come.

As he approached the bed, his grandmother's eyes fluttered open, and she mustered a weak smile. "Ray, my dear boy, I'm so glad you came," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ray gently took her frail hand in his, his expression somber. "Grandmother, I came as soon as I received your message. How are you feeling?"

The old woman's brow furrowed, and she squeezed his hand weakly. "Not well, my child, not well at all. But I'm glad you're here. There's something I need to discuss with you."

His grandmother's gaze turned pensive, and she took a deep, labored breath. "It's about your cousin, Ray. Tom is brain dead, he had an accident and he is in a vegetative state"

Struggle 2