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In a world where powerful clans fight to protect humanity from the dark forces known as Oscuros, Takumi Hinoyama, a young member of the Hyakuren clan, struggles to understand his own connection to the fire spirit that courses through his veins. As massive, deadly Oscuros appear across the city, Takumi finds himself caught in the chaos and danger that threatens to consume everything.

When a mysterious figure known only as Crimson begins attacking the city, his power seems far beyond anything the clans have faced before. With the president of the Hyakuren clan going missing after a confrontation with Crimson, Takumi and his companions must navigate the turmoil and uncover the truth behind this enigmatic figure.

As Takumi grows stronger and learns more about the dangerous forces at play, he must decide whether to follow the orders of his leaders or risk everything to save the president—and perhaps the world itself—from an unseen and terrifying fate.

Blaze In The Rising Darkness

The blood-red sky looms ominously over the land, casting a sinister shadow over everything below.

"L-Listen, Asahi... you must protect the Yonzol, no matter the cost! Whether you see it as an order, a request, or a responsibility-" The frail woman's voice falters, each word dragging with pain. Her once vibrant skin has turned ghostly pale, seeped with blood all over her body. In her trembling hands, she clutches an object that gleams with an eerie, purplish-black sheen —a heart—shaped entity known as the Yonzol. She places it into the hands of a child, his face etched with terror, his eyes red from weeping.

"Please... *coughs*... Don't let anyone gain control of it. The world will fall to ruin if an evil force claims it."

"But... but Mom," the child stammers, his voice breaking as fresh tears stream down his face. "What's going to happen to you?"

"Forget about me," she whispers with a rasp. "My fate was already sealed the moment I chose to fight him."

"No... This can't be happening. I can't lose you!" the child cries out, his world crumbling around him.

She flashes the child a beautiful smile, one that might be the last he will ever see. Her love and sorrow are hidden beneath the curve of her lips.

"Go," she gasps, her voice barely audible. "Go now... Please," she shouts.

The boy, with a heavy heart full of sorrow and rage, stands frozen for a moment before he whispers, "I'm sorry... I was too weak." His hands shake violently as he grabs the Yonzol and immediately absconds from the scene.

Moments later, a mysterious figure appears-a tall, imposing man, his body adorned with black wings and twisted devilish horns. He steps forward, a cruel smile twisting his lips.

"Look at you," he mocks, his voice dripping with disdain. "Once, you dominated the realms with ease. Now, here you are, groveling at my feet." His words are laced with sardonic bitterness.

He chuckles darkly, his eyes burning with ire.

"Hahaha... how satisfying this is."

Crouching low, he grabs her by the hair, yanking her head back so she has no choice but to meet his gaze.

"My sweet little Asina," he purrs mockingly, his tone dripping with malice. "Now, tell me where the Yonzol is... Hmm?"

Asina remains silent, her gaze empty and unyielding. The man's grip tightens, forcing her to wince in pain as he leans closer.

"Tell me the location," he threatens, "and I might spare your life."

"Go to hell," Asina says, her voice hoarse yet defiant.

With an exasperated sneer, the man's eyes narrow, and he clenches his fist even tighter. His powers flare as he speaks a dark incantation. "You should be grateful," he says with a proud tone.

Those were the last words she heard before everything went black. Her body was torn apart in a whirlwind of cruel magic.

Prologue: The Rising Darkness